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Parallel

Parallel to the ground is where I’d like to be
Not crooked, not sideways, just parallel
With my right hand over my heart
And my left arm crossed over
Parallel to the ground is where I’d like to be
In my Sunday best
I can make my parents proud
‘Cuz I fought hard
With my battle scars hidden
Underneath the make up
They can pretend
That it wasn’t what it was
That my dream was the
Unthinkable sin
That my over consuming thought
Was death
As I do down under
I’ll remember that
Parallel to the ground is where I’d like to be



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