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Hey you boy, what's your passion?
What's your passion?
I've been choking on these words that seem undone
Still thinking of an answer
The door into your brain is locked
And now the key's gone
So pick your poison for the third time
Something permanent for now
Save it for another day
Hey you boy, break a leg
Break a leg
Careful not to steal the scene, they prey on you
More empty is the inside than the outside
I'm bulletproof
The note you left disqualified you
So pick your poison for the third time
Something permanent for now
Save it for another day
So pick your poison for the third time
Something permanent for now
Save it for another day