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But oh I am not afraid to be a lone bohemian |
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I can paint a portrait of myself |
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I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa |
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Come to discover I am your daughter |
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The sky above me is silent and empty |
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I am an island a little freak of melancholy |
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But these hands they unbead your rosary of wisdom |
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Bewitched, spellbound I'm found and returned from superstition |
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You are my martyr I'm a vestige of a revolution |
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My alma, my mater and now I can let go my old addictive solutions |
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But oh I am not afraid to be a lone bohemian |
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I can paint a portrait of myself |
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I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa |
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Come to discover I am |
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Oh I am not afraid to be a lone bohemian |
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I can paint a portrait of myself |
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I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa |
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Come to discover I am your daughter |
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I used to be a connoisseur of hate, self hate, paternal hate |
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Hate cum gratis I connected every kind |
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Sipping it like red wine the insecurity was mine |
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The ties that bind were my design |
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But oh I am not afraid to be a lone bohemian |
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I can paint a portrait of myself |
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I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa |
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Come to discover I am your daughter |
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The sun is still unkind to those like you and me |
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Seekers of sanctuary though I'm not afraid |
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I'm sanctified and fortified because you sacrificed |
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I can call myself Mona Lisa |
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Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa |
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Men have adored you |
