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Dying To Be Free
We have nothing to agree about,
there is no common ground
You clinging hard to all excuse
and me to reasons found
Thirty-five years and nothing's changed,
as you relive the past
Our blood runs thin, our names the same,
you feast on what I fast
With history gone, there's nothing shared
except to disagree
You hanging on to a dying past,
me, dying to be free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
there is no common ground
You clinging hard to all excuse
and me to reasons found
Thirty-five years and nothing's changed,
as you relive the past
Our blood runs thin, our names the same,
you feast on what I fast
With history gone, there's nothing shared
except to disagree
You hanging on to a dying past,
me, dying to be free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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