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Succulent beautiful and fine |
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I`m touching my body; |
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I`m feeling my mind |
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With plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutlery |
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Take what signifies |
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And make it leave this room |
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My sweet desire that wants to bloom |
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Held captive - our culture molds, our bodies bold |
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Held captive - target the role we have no control |
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Passionate tastful and free |
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I mutilate myself to make me real |
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A heart beating in the wrong kind of chest |
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Of hair and sweat a manly mess |
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Take what signifies |
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And make it leave this room |
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My sweet desire that wants to bloom |
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Held captive - our culture molds, our bodies bold |
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Held captive - target the role we have no control |
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I cut myself up to make it real |
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I cut myself up cause thats the way |
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I feel I cut myself up to be free |
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I cut myself up to be me |