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Text: Propagandhi. Remain.

I can't believe the things that have been said
Remain for the purpose of remaining.
I can't believe all the things we've done
and still we've learned nothing.
I can't believe all the things we've done
and I can't believe all the tears we've spent
just to remain full of sadness.
Those same old emotions remain.
I Never did the things I wanted to
or said the things I should have done,

but there's a part of me wouldn't let them go,
keeps them down, won't let it slide.
Maybe next time I'll say the things I should have said.