| In the beginning I was turning circles spinning
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| Always trying to find an open door
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| Caught in the moment looking out for something potent just to get me higher
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| than before
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| Alone in the spotlight night after the next night
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| Building my own mystery
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| 'Til I decided I was done with trying to hide it and was going to set my own
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| hear free
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| No stick or stone you throw can ever break me
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| No name or word you call can ever shake me
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| This is how I am and you just can’t fake me
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| I know what I’m made of
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| I’m controversial even during dress rehearsal
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| Learning tricks from each and every side
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| I’m complicated
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| Both over and underrated
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| But i’m never going to run and hide
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| Taking on the big boy
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| Making my own big noise
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| Don’t you tell me to turn it down
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| 'Cause I’m controlling and my rhythm nation’s rolling over top of everything in
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| town
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| Techno, pop, hip-hop, house, trance
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| Get on, up and out of the Buffalo Stance
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| I can give you love, baby, not romance
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| So get set, jet set, bordeaux, France
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| Italy to Iceland
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| Raise you hand
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| Not enough passport
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| Too much stamps
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| Flying to Hawaii with the Pro Bowl Champs
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| Just to shake it like a dirty bird endzone dance
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| Chequebook and netbook and fresh look
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| I drop names like dykes read bell hook
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| Diamond is the word with a capital D
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| Don’t you ever even think of trying to f*ck with me |