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stay away (a song)

 

Stay away from me

 

Stay away

Stay away

Stay away from me

 

Don’t need no ideology

Don’t tell me what to think

I will not be your pawn

I will not be fooled.

 

Some things just don’t seem to make sense

I see you now, so full of lies.

Nothing you say makes sense.

I wanted to leave, you want me to die

 

Don’t need no ideology

Don’t tell me what to think

 

Stay away

Stay away

Stay away from me.

 

I didn’t know what I was doing
I was just a child

The innocence is gone

Now it haunts me forever

 

Don’t need no ideology

Don’t tell me what to think

 

I see it now

I used to say that I am fine

Until I realize I never was

 

Tried to speak my mind

Society sides with you

Shaming me for speaking up

So much hostility that it is frightening

 

Stay away

Stay away

Stay away from me

 

I don’t need no ideology

Don’t tell me what to think

 

There is just so much pain

Is there a way to end this cycle

Will we ever be whole again

Will you get your just dessert in the end?

 

Stay away

Stay away

Stay away from me

 

Stay away

Stay away

Stay away from me

 

Stay away

Stay away stay away from me…

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