| I, the boy Camille
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| Got a rotten deal
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| So I’ve come on thunderboots
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| To tell you how I feel
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| I’m the boy Camille
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| My nerves are made of steel
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| And yet the laws you passed
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| Can never be repealed
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| I started as a woman
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| Then became a man
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| But you still refer to me
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| As «the hermogyne»
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| You threw me into therapy
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| Performed your operation
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| Said you’d make a better me
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| But really made a mess of me
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| But I have come on thunderstilts
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| Taller than the state you built
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| I have made my choice
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| I have found my voice
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| There are more things in this world than your philosophy
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| There are wonders in this world, like the Boy Camille
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| So join the queue, roll up and see the strangest curiosities
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| Bring the man you call your wife, bring your daughter, she’s a dyke
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| Nothing’s normal any more
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| And I have lost all fucking fear
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| Opened up the thunderbox
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| No-one's getting out of here
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| There are more things in this world than your philosophy
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| There are wonders in this world, like the Boy Camille
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| And I have come to these conclusions
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| I have seen through your illusions
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| I have come to say
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| A world begins today
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| I, the boy Camille
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| Got a rotten deal
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| So I’ve come on thunderboots
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| To tell you how I feel |