Blue Collared Guilt

Don't even dare
You'll ruin it
They will fall
For your false identity
Too in love to question
Too naive to know better
Total eclipse of the hair,
Change nothing.
The sugar bowl is empty,
Run west.
Run west.
Run west.
Run,
Run,
Run.

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