Secondhand

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Theft is a tired fit, a tired fit And one I will not soon wear again I'm so sick of stretching it I wish I was thin Theft is a bitten lip And a bitter taste I won't soon accept I wish I was different I wish I was loud It hurts to see you trade my smiles in I wish we were different I wish we were brave You know we're not
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