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Terror This is what you call me... |
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I strike terror among men. |
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I can't be bothered by what they think. |
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I bare my cross, |
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My soul, Myself. |
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I forgive, but i never forget. |
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I've been put upon this earth in female form. |
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But I can handle myself with the best of you, |
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As well as the worst. |
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And I often have. |
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I have the right to remain silent, |
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But i choose to speak, |
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Sing, Scream |
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I am lips, |
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Hips, Tits |
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I am the power of a woman, |
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Strong like music, |
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True like friendship, |
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But without my friends, |
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There would be no music. |
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Only spoken word. |
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****er! x2 |
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I am able to change, |
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So I live without regret, |
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Without remorse, |
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Only a remix. |
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I am drunk, |
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I am sober. |
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Heaven doesn't want me |
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And Hell's afraid i'll take over |
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Don't bother trying to censor me, |
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Or shut me up, |
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Because it won't work. |
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I am cold and distant, |
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Yet warm and close, |
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To those who deserve to see that side of me. |
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Part of me the heart of me. |
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You find me so hard to understand in your world. |
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The world you perceive to be so normal. |
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I am deformed, |
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Scorned , |
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Reborn. I am me, |
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And i know exactly who i am, |
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What i am |
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And the wrath i bring. |
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The ugly beauty, |
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The lying truth, |
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The virgin whore |
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The quiet storm |
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A lover, A fighter, |
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A saint, A sinner, |
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A sister, |
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A daughter |
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Old school. |
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A beginner. |
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I have decorated myself with love, |
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Hate, Truth, |
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You. All of you, |
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Both of you, |
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None of you, |
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More than one of you |
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****er! x2 |
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With lips like sugar. |
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Eyes like meat. |
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I've watched men come, |
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And go, And cheat. |
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I sleep to dream |
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And dream of sleep. |
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I had a dream joe |
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That you were standing in the middle of an open grove. |
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I had a dream joe |
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That your hands were raised up to the sky |
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And your mouth was covered in foam. |
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I've been crucified, |
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Justified, |
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And mortified by my behavior. |
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Both feminine, |
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And masculine. |
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I am a contradiction, |
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And juxtaposition. |
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My relief is my release, |
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And only time will tell. |
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All's well that ends well |
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I am unsweetened, |
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Unclean, Been called drama queen. |
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Ex girlfriend, |
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Ex member, |
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The tantrum, |
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The temper. |
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I point my finger, |
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Take the blame. |
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And this time |
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I will own the name. |
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Because no one is going to ruin me. |
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If i have to, |
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I will ruin myself. |
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And it will be ' |
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My Ruin'(My Ruin) ****er! x5 |