| Don’t disturb the beast
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| The temperamental goat, the snail
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| While he’s feeding on the rose
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| Stay frozen, compromise, what I will, I am
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| Bend around the wind
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| Silently thrown about again
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| I’m treading so soft and lightly
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| Compromising my will, I am
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| I am, I will
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| So no longer will I lay down
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| Play dead, play your doe
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| In the headlight
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| Locked down and terrified
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| Your deer in the headlights
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| Shot down and horrified
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| When push comes to pull comes to shove
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| Comes to step around this self-destructive dance
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| That never would’ve ended 'til I rose
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| I roared aloud here, I will, I am
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| I am, I will
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| So no longer will I lay down, play dead
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| Play this beat down, gun-shy martyr, pitiful
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| I rose, I roared, I will, I am |