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When you catch the light |
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You look like your mother |
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It crushes me some, |
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Just right from the side |
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. |
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When you catch the light |
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There's a flash of wild creatures, |
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Before the Stone Age of the preachers, |
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And the husbands, and the wives |
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. |
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When you catch the light |
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The flood changes direction, |
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|
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And darkens the lens |
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That projects my disguise |
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. |
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As you fight along-side, |
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You'll discover my weakness |
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I'm not fighting for your freedom, |
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I am fighting to be wild. |
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. |
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"Hey, little girl, would you like to be |
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The king's pet or the king?" |
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"I'd choose odorless and invisible, |
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But otherwise I would choose the king. |
| [01:25.56] |
Even though it sounds the loneliest... |
| [01:31.00] |
And my brother's hands would poison me." |
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. |
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"Hey, little girl, would you like to be |
| [02:10.06] |
The king's pet or the king?" |
| [02:13.00] |
"I'd choose odorless and invisible, |
| [02:17.19] |
But otherwise I would choose the king, |
| [02:20.69] |
Even though it sounds melodious... |
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There's no mother's hands to quiet me." |
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