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Well, I met cruelty this year
And I feel the weight
I feel the weight
And I'm losing track of what's sincere
So I won't anticipate
I won't anticipate
Anymore
No, no, anymore
Making a product from pain
Feels so inhumane
Can we stop the season's change?
When we saw that traveling light
He said it was a satellite
But I still think you were right, you were right