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How do I sit down to write, tell you what it’s like, to walk alone at night
Do you ever know what it’s like; feeling eyes slide up your thighs? I’m not looking for a fight
Call me when you’re home safe, cause these streets aren’t safe for you and I
So we write, and we shout, and we scream, we run out, out of fear
And I’ll hold my keys between my fingers, hold them tight til my knuckles are white, in case you are here.
And I’m sure you’re a good guy, but there’s blood on your hands if you stand aside
And I’m sure you’re a good guy, but there’s blood on your hands if you stand aside
And I’m sure you’re a good guy, but there’s blood on your hands if you stand aside
No you’ll never know what it’s like, what it’s like to feel afraid. Avert your eyes, keep your head down, pray to god you’ll make it home safe.
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