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I do not know what lives in me when I speak the words
I cannot know whose heart I eat when I mouth the part
I haven’t thought what thoughts I think when I hold my breath
I will not breathe my last full breath when I close my eyes
I am not leading the life I live when I use my legs
I have not heard the wisdom yet listening with my ears
I do not taste the food we brought when my teeth are bared

I know this
I know it wasn’t written for me
But I’ll still play the game
And speak foreign lines on a barren stage