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Say you love me in different tongues Something magic Something sapphic Teach me politics with your hands and lips in a rhyme Hate your dad like I hate mine You romanticize your life So it won’t hurt so bad when the hurt comes back again Now you’re growing in different ways Past the wall Past the well Past your mother’s eventual grave Say you look like her You don’t feel like her And it's always in the dark When I feel like I’m most lost But in the light again, every path it bends To a place I’ve never been I hope it won't hurt so bad when the hurt comes back again From Letras Mania