O Great...
For the life of of me why dont you speak
Are you afraid of answers you dare seek
O you want me to talk for you
Well that's fine just give something boo
Like a hint a clue
Since shy you are
Or are you powerful rich in bars
For what I say I'll do my best
But one of these days you have to do the rest
Is today that day let everyone see
The beauty and pain that hides beneath
Step up to the mic speak your heart
That's it there you go it's all pure art
And down you have gone
Hit the floor hard
O great o great rocky start
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