| A life on the edge,
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| The laughter of the people as soundtrack was more (that) I could stand,
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| That’s how you met me, a girl dressed in black
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| With a sorrowful story to tell.
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| You told me how to act,
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| you told me how to talk,
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| You told me the way how to make people love me.
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| A puppet in your hands, as I swallow my pride,
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| But my voice’s burning in my throat
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| And I must tell you:
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| «I'm not what you want me to be
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| And I won’t be what you force me to be».
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| So hear me out, hear me out,
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| You gotta hear my shout,
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| Hear me out, hear me out,
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| I won’t let you bring me down.
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| Hear me out, hear me out,
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| You’ll watch me take the door,
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| So hear me out, hear me out,
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| You can’t control me anymore.
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| Remember those days,
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| Remember the tears that I shed and the hatred I felt,
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| I can’t live like that,
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| I simply don’t care, you must like me the way that I am!
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| «I'm not what you want me to be
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| And I won’t be what you force me to be».
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| So hear me out, hear me out,
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| You gotta hear my shout,
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| Hear me out, hear me out,
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| I won’t let you bring me down.
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| Hear me out, hear me out,
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| You’ll watch me take the door,
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| So hear me out, hear me out,
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| You can’t control me anymore. |