On some level I was gone.
I was gone and I didn't know where.
I was gone, like a dream goes when u wake
u try to catch it, get the good parts, but it ain't coming back, it's gone baby.
People put words in my mouth and I feel,
No.. no I don't need this, I have words of my own.
I talk over wires still; words that have meaning, that are my own words, not borrowed
You can't steal them that way; you shouldn't have; it was not nice
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