| We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children
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| About the world ending and the scale of my ambition
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| And how much is art really worth?
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| The very thing you're best at
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| Is the thing that hurts the most
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| But you need your rotten heart
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| Your dazzling pain like diamond rings
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| You need to go to war to find material to sing
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| I am no mother
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| I am no bride
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| I am king
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| I need my golden crown of sorrow
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| My bloody sword to swing
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| My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
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| I am no mother
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| I am no bride
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| I am king
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| I am no mother
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| I am no bride
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| I am king
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| But a woman is a changeling
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| Always shifting shape
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| Just when you think you have it figured out
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| Something new begins to take
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| What strange claws are these
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| Scratching at my skin?
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| I never knew my killer would be coming from within
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| I am no mother
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| I am no bride
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| I am king
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| I am no mother
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| I am no bride
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| I am king
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| I need my golden crown of sorrow
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| My bloody sword to swing
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| I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
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| 'Cause I am no mother
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| I am no bride
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| I am king
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| I am no mother
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| I am no bride
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| I am king
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| I am no mother
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| I am no bride
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| I am king
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| I am no mother
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| I am no bride
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| I am king
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| Oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-ooh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| And I was never as good
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| As I always thought I was
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| But I knew how to dress it up
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| I was never satisfied, it never let me go
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| Just dragged me by my hair
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| And back on with the show |