| I will not stand immersed
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| In this ultra violent curse
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| I won’t let you make a tool of me
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| I will keep my mind and body free
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| Bye, bye, minutiae
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| Of the day to day drama
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| I’m expanding exponentially
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| I am consciousness without identity
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| I am many things made of everything
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| But I will not be your bank roll
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| I won’t idle in your drive through
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| I won’t watch your electric sideshow
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| I got way better places to go
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| I will maintain the truth
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| I knew naturally as a child
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| I won’t forfeit my creativity
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| To a world that’s all laid out for me
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| I will look at everything around me
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| And I will vow to bear in mind
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| That all of this was just someone’s idea
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| It could just as well be mine
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| I won’t rent you my time
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| I won’t sell you my brain
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| I won’t pray to a male God
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| 'Cause you know that would be insane
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| And you know that I can’t support the troops
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| 'Cause every last one of them is being duped here
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| And I will not rest a wink
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| Until the women have regrouped
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| I am many things made of everything
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| But I will not be your bank roll
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| I won’t idle in your drive through
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| I won’t watch your electric sideshow
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| I got way better places to go |