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For EsmeSeems the competition is sweet like a slap in the faceThis is a 3-legged race It was your meanness that told us you might have legs Your spine keeps getting in the way You're a fool to think they care what you think In this pond some rise, some sink And which one are you, you budding star, you? Too dark for shopping malls, no hooks, no leads at all Never trust an artist who tells you he has a choice You can't run faster than your voice Sing your life despite the spite it may bring It's your life to write, so sing Just bring the drama Shameless and crawling Over glass and underground Esme needs her story now So don't break down Don't break down |