| Used to be clean, now I’m filthy as can be
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| Scrubbing off every spot
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| Used to be mean, now I’m as good as can be
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| Raise me up, I’m your star
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| May the god of me protect my soul
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| As I stay a little while longer
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| In this dusty rabbit hole
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| To sing my song chained onto your bed
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| May the god of me protect my soul
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| As I stay a little while longer
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| In this dusty rabbit hole
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| To sing my song chained onto your bed
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| Used to be told,
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| My silence is gold
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| Coughing up every drop
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| Used to get small,
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| Now I’m granting you all,
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| Stepping up, I’m your star
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| May the god of me protect my soul
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| As I stay a little while longer
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| In this dusty rabbit hole
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| To sing my song chained onto your bed
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| May the god of me protect my soul
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| As I stay a little while longer
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| In this dusty rabbit hole
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| To sing my song chained onto your bed
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| (Used to be clean, now I’m filthy as can be) |