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In my sister’s shoes, I sit here talking Waiting for the moment she’ll walk in balking I’m no impersonator, no, no ventriloquist I don’t pretend to be so I won’t pretend to be so I feel more like an actor thrown on stage Without a script I lost my ID card somewhere around here I think someone ran off with it Stealing identities My friends keep calling me by the wrong name now No matter how I try My corrections are taped over with permanence I wonder when they’ll realize It takes people a while you know They discriminate what they shouldn’t Choosing words they like over words they don’t I hear love Well I said hate How hard is it to understand? Clearly written out to comprehend Just listen for once, no, no Not ‘your’ definition of listen The real one Maybe then you’ll see But probably not
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Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
My Sister's Shoes
In my sister’s shoes, I sit here talking Waiting for the moment she’ll walk in balking I’m no impersonator, no, no ventriloquist I don’t pretend to be so I won’t pretend to be so I feel more like an actor thrown on stage Without a script I lost my ID card somewhere around here I think someone ran off with it Stealing identities My friends keep calling me by the wrong name now No matter how I try My corrections are taped over with permanence I wonder when they’ll realize It takes people a while you know They discriminate what they shouldn’t Choosing words they like over words they don’t I hear love Well I said hate How hard is it to understand? Clearly written out to comprehend Just listen for once, no, no Not ‘your’ definition of listen The real one Maybe then you’ll see But probably not
mary-moussa
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Lebanese
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
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