Founder's Canon
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ou don’t know what you do to me
You cannot comprehend it
Your hands are reaching, ripping open
Wounds I thought had mended
Your sweet lips they utter
Words of another
Not words of those who
Should be a lover
When will we wake up
Kiss and make up
Wounds get taped shut
When we shape up
Find new ways up
We will stay up
If we just
Make up
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