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Now I know, This is the first time we've                   spoke. But, I wanna be you. I wanna wear your skin as a                   cloak. In your ambiance, I will                   soak And when they speak my name, i'll say who? I wanna wear your clothes as                     mine. I want to live your life. I want your receding                     hairline. I want your growing                     waistline. I want to love your wife. 9-5, I'd work your                 job. I'd love your bratty son. In the suburbs, a faceless                blob. I wouldn't  be an upturned                slob. And when I'd sit in your car or your study, I wouldn't think of a noose nor a gun.
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
I'd Wear Your Skin.
Now I know, This is the first time we've                   spoke. But, I wanna be you. I wanna wear your skin as a                   cloak. In your ambiance, I will                   soak And when they speak my name, i'll say who? I wanna wear your clothes as                     mine. I want to live your life. I want your receding                     hairline. I want your growing                     waistline. I want to love your wife. 9-5, I'd work your                 job. I'd love your bratty son. In the suburbs, a faceless                blob. I wouldn't  be an upturned                slob. And when I'd sit in your car or your study, I wouldn't think of a noose nor a gun.
For my father.
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15/M/Ireland
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
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