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I can't keep my voice still
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I can't use my brain 'til
The interviewer cuts me off
And whoever is paying the cost
Cuts my words up and cuts my qualifiers off

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I can't keep my voice still
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You ask me how I feel (constantly)
You're not interested in the truth
You just want to observe the hubris of youth
To pass your four free hours before work tomorrow

I posted it yesterday
It didn't get any views
And drowned in the tide of memes
So everything stays the way it is, but it grows more intense

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You want my reactions
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With what fucking repercussions?
When you aggregate everyone's opinion
You add extra inertia to progress
Normality forecasts society's values
And reactionaries start to protest

And we're afraid that any abnormal opinion is wrong
And you get paid when any abnormal opinion is right

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Jo Glidden