| I know you think that I protest too much
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| I’m like a Diva with the tragic touch
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| But if I wanna hide from the pouring sun
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| It has to be alright
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| And I can have my pride, but I’ll turn and run
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| When a fool would stand and fight
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| And if I try — hard enough
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| To do or die — and push and shove
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| I know that I would be too tough
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| Too tough to fall in love
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| With you
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| You’ve really gotten underneath my skin
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| Must have been easy, it was always thin
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| So if I wanna cry in the burning rain
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| Don’t worry, I’ll survive
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| But even when you’re high, I can feel your pain
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| That’s what I call being alive
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| So if I fall — I’ll get back up
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| And there’ll be tears — and blood and stuff
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| Still I stand tall — but not too tough
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| Too tough to fall in love
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| With you
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| And I can see your point of view
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| But I can’t see a way to be tough too
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| Tough too
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| You know I hate it when you talk this way
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| 'Cause you don’t listen to a word you say
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| And it took a lot of time to grow your shell
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| Maybe enough’s enough
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| And I could tell you why you should go to hell
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| But I don’t want to be that tough
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| And if I try — hard enough
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| To do or die — and push and shove
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| I know that I would be too tough
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| Too tough to fall in love
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| With you |