| She will never be invincible
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| She will never be some Florence Nightingale
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| Her thresholds invisible but she’ll hang on like hell
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| Yeah, she may be transparent
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| She’s got no defenses to speak of
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| But she’ll stand here before you with no pride or prejudice
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| Just steadfast and certain she’ll land on her own two feet
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| You’ll think you can break her
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| 'Cause you think that she’s crazy and weak
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| But her power will defy you when she wears her heart on her sleeve
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| Heart on her sleeve
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| She will never learn you’re tranquility
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| She will never learn how to let things slide off her
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| Joy over whelm her and her sorrow won’t subside
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| Yeah, she still may be transparent
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| She got no got no defenses to speak of
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| But she will stand here before you with no pride or prejudice
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| Just steadfast and certain that she’ll land on her own two feet
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| You think you can break her
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| 'Cause you think that she’s crazy and weak
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| But her power will defy you when she wears her heart on her sleeve
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| Oh, you may condemn me
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| With your bitter words and untouchable rage
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| Yeah, you may torment me
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| 'Cause I don’t lead my life in your way
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| But I will stand here before you with no pride or prejudice
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| Just steadfast and certain that I will land on my own two feet
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| You think you can break me
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| Bring my head down to my knees
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| But my power will defy you when my heart’s on my sleeve |