You knew what I was going to say. And when I didn't, I did anyway, it seems. And I'll survive with self-respect intact. And you? Every freedom needs a trust. And this trust will kill again for you. And someone else wont believe their eyes. While a thousand will believe it's true. This trust will kill again for you. Through tales of objectivity you shake my hands. All that objectivity could break them both. Cause whatever I say, context aside, you've got what you need to make sure I say what they want to read. It wont happen again, and I'll survive with self-respect intact. They're telling me I should have known better. Well now I know. All that objectivity. Nothing.
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