| I never think about love, I only feel gusts of lust
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| My feminine nature crumbles into feminine dust
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| The white picket dream slips away and I’m free
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| To trade lifetime for moment just to get some release
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| No longer trapped by decisions or my strong imperfections
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| I’m not really that bitter only mildly enlightened
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| I’m not wanting to live my whole life as your wife
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| So I can make you your dinner, tuck your kids in at night
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| Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique
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| Once our bodies are wasted yielding to the twenty-somethings
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| A people void of tradition, experiences forgotten
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| Wisdom buried beneath the wishy-washy redundant
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| Ahhh, ahhh, they don’t want our voice to make a sound
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| Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down
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| But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them
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| We’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love
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| What’s so modern about you and your obnoxious agenda
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| You hide your skeletons so well a single stain couldn’t touch ya
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| Caught by my strength, or at least the appearance
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| I sit and mumble my words so that you barely hear them
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| Still we’re fighting the ages with an unbridled vigor
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| To be anything useless but not anything bigger
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| I’m not wanting to live my whole life in the lie
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| That who you are doesn’t matter just look good when you die
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| Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique
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| Once our bodies are wasted yielding to the twenty-somethings
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| A people void of tradition, experiences forgotten
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| Wisdom buried beneath the wishy-washy redundant
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| Ahhh, ahhh, they don’t want our voice to make a sound
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| Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down
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| But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them
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| We’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love
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| I gave it all I played the part, I laid it down, my wasted heart
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| The toxic air inside our lungs, but they don’t care our hearts die young
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| They don’t want our voice to make a sound
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| They politely want to grind us down
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| But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them
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| We’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love
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| Ahhh, ahhh, they don’t want our voice to make a sound
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| Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down
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| But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them
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| We’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love |