| You knew from the first time
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| What you were, and what you weren’t
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| To be the bride and not the groom
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| Make-up hidden in your room
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| Boy, caught wearing a dress
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| With lipstick smeared across your face
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| Tears as the shame cuts deep
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| Damned, damned a disgrace
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| Waking to the same pain
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| Called the cruelest names
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| But please, feel no shame
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| You and me, we are the same
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| The person in the mirror
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| Is not the one in your heart
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| Our bodies in error
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| Tearing our souls apart
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| The years roll on
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| Self-hating
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| The tears roll on
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| It’s suffocating
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| You can’t lie to yourself
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| Jonathan
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| You can’t hide from yourself
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| Jonathan
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| You’re not who you’re meant to be
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| This dyspohria, tears at your heart
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| Trapped in the wrong skin
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| You’re not who you’re meant to be
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| There’s no end in sight, stuck at the start
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| Life’s wearing thin now
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| Stop
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| There’s a light at the end
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| (And you’re not alone.)
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| Just hang on, my friend
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| Wait
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| There’s strength in you
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| (And you’re not alone.)
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| You shine with a golden hue
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| Jonathan, you are free
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| Jonathan, you’ve done your best
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| You can’t lie to yourself, so pick up your head!
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| Jonathan, give them less
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| Force a smile, and put on your dress
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| No longer a son, wipe your tears away
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| The morning star brings a new day
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| Jonathan, you’re leaving now
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| One life dies, a new one begins
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| Spread your wings and shout out loud
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| My beautiful fallen angel, sing
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| Jonathan
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| Jonathan is gone
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| Amen
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| We are born again.
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| Jonathan is gone
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| Jonathan is gone.
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| In this arid wilderness of steel and stone
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| I raise up my voice
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| That you may hear
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| Open your eyes that you may see
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| Oh men of mildewed minds
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| And listen to me
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| Ye bewildered millions!
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| For I stand forth to challenge the wisdom of the world
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| To interrogate the «laws» of man and of «God»! |