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LAGWAGON
And it's prejudiced As he controlled to be this way To make it different so he would take One summer morning He left us ashamed In some small town of small ways The one they feared They might turn to stone They feared to hold his hand And he died alone They might turn to stone Oh no Don't leave them on - an island of shame Your solution You - homophobic You - coward You send them away To an island of misery You're not immune to any disease I can not argue when the truth is plain to see In your beliefs, your fear of death I see reflections of society We'll take our last breath - alone Don't leave them on an island of shame Open your Eyes its all inside Adding insult to injuries 'Cause deep inside Where truth then hides It's not that kind He was alone And it's prejudiced As he controlled to be this way To make it different so he would take It's prejudiced Yes it's prejudiced As he controlled to be this way To make it different so he would take
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