| I had to leave the house of fashion
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| Go forth naked from its doors
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| Cuz women should be allies
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| Not competitors
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| And i had to leave the house of god
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| Cuz the cross repleased the wheel
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| And the goddesses were out in the garden
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| With the plants that nourish and heal
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| I had to leave the house of privilege
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| Spend christmas homeless and feeling bad
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| To learn that privilege is a headache
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| That you don’t know that you don’t have
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| And i had to leave the house of television
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| To start noticing the clouds
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| It’s amazing the stuff you see
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| When you finally shed that shroud
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| I had to leave the house of conformity
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| In order to make art
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| I had to be more or less true
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| To learn to tell the two apart
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| And i had to leave the house of fear
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| Just about as soon as i could crawl
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| Ignore my face on the wanted posters
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| Stuck to the post office wall
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| I had to leave the house of self-importance
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| To doodle my first tattoo
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| Realize a tattoo is no more permanent
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| That i am, and who
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| Ever said that life is suffering
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| I think they had their finger on the pulse of joy
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| Ain’t the power of transcendence
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| The greatest one we can employ |