| Night above the street hung like a cloak
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| Black ribbons of rain began to soak
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| And Mary Magdalene cracked a joke (hm)
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| Lost among the scriptures that she wrote
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| Johnny Apollo before the change
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| Chaos of regrets a human cage
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| In Georgiana Street Camden Town
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| (The years of shame were cut away)
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| The buses and the cabs are slowing down
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| (I changed each moment of this day)
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| Look at me, see what I’ve become
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| Look at me, feminine
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| Look at me, see what I’ve become
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| Look at me, I’m feminine, feminine
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| He kneels above the line as if to pray
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| Take him to the hills above the bay
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| Mechanical pianos fill his head
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| (I'm proud of being so feminine)
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| Another year like this and he’ll be dead
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| (The snake that shed it’s final skin)
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| I’m not the girl I want to be
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| I’m not supposed to be like me
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| The boy will not become a man
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| Apollo’s got another plan
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| Look at me, see what I’ve become
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| Look at me, I’m feminine
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| Look at me, see what I’ve become
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| Look at me, I’m feminine, feminine
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| Look at me, touch my skin
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| Look at me, I’m feminine
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| Look at me, touch my skin
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| Look at me, I’m feminine
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| Feminine, feminine, feminine, feminine, feminine
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| Night above the street hangs like a cloak
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| Black ribbons of rain began to soak
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| Johnny Apollo a man no more
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| (The years of pain were cut away)
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| I’m not the man I was before
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| (That change each moment of this day)
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| I’m not the man I was before
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| The woman in your life your God your soul |