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        If you slaughter my mind, I can go on, think no more, ah, so what. Break my back, I will not walk. Shatter my mouth, I will not talk. But it won't change nothin'. Who I am - will be. 'Cause you can't do nothin', can't predicate for me.

Acid rain is falling, killing the tress. That don't do nothin' but take the air I need. Tell me that I'll burn in hell 'cause I won't concede. You can't do no harm, can't predicate for me.

Take my hands, I will not write. Won't say those pretty things. Break my legs, make me crawl, still I won't agree! Sell me some dear dream then let me revel in my needs.
Sorry, no, won't let you predicate for me.

If everything were different, but only just for me, and someone told me different, told me how to think, assert, declare or affirm the truth, or, fill me with their dreams, well, sorry, no, can't let you predicate for me.

Predicate for you, and I'll do so for me. I'm just saying what I feel. I feel, then think, then speak. However, what I'm saying is only right for me. Sorry, no, don't want to predicate for anyone but me.
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