| Because a man cries, «I am what I see.»
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| A woman sighs, «What you see is me.»
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| But Mary says, «Goddamn!
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| I see what I am.»
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| At the beginning of time, there was no God
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| There was just a lonely woman whose life felt flawed
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| It was the birth of the blues, she hatched a plan
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| She said to herself, «I'mma make me a man.»
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| She huffed and puffed and reached deep within
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| She birthed a man-child who was ugly as sin
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| She wrapped his face up in a cloud
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| As if he were maimed when in fact he was proud
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| Because a man cries, «I am what I see.»
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| A woman sighs, «What you see is me.»
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| But Mary says, «Goddamn!
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| I see what I am.»
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| Now that’s how God came to insist
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| That nobody else really exists
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| He made a mirror he called Mankind
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| Held it up to his face then he wished he was blind
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| He flung Mankind away in disgust
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| It shattered into pieces of us
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| But Mary swept us up so fast
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| You know she gave us the earth, you know she blew us like glass
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| Because a man cries, «I am what I see.»
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| A woman sighs, «What you see is me.»
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| But Mary says, «Goddamn
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| I see what I motherfucking am!»
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| Mary had a little lamb
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| And that’s when the shit hit the fan
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| Now did she regret it, goddamn
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| Talk about the best laid plans
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| Did she regret it, goddamn
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| Now the Virgin’s on the lam
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| Doodly-doo, doodly-da-dow
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| Doodly-doo
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| Doodly-doo, doodly-doo-doo-doo-doo
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| Turns out he was just a man
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| And still we fear our Daddy’s blame
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| Our broken faces reflected shame
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| We drown in drink, we spike our veins
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| We gorge on vengeance to purge the pain
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| From fix to fix, I hop across the river
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| Just a single arrow in my quiver
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| I shelter within my future corpse
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| My body blackens, I scream til I’m hoarse
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| I once asked you to make it stop
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| My hands are shaking, my rhythm is shot
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| So baby, if you love me, tie me off
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| Tacit the band, let’s hear the needle drop
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| And now, mother wild and true
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| I find that I must turn to you
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| When will you return?
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| When will you return?
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| Upon your people, you once smiled
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| My tears send us a brand new child
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| Soon will you return
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| Soon will you return
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| The man who drowns floats face down
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| But the woman who dies faces the sky |