| What are the things that I do best
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| That nobody else can do?
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| You know I try to behave as if it don’t bother me
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| The way they still compare us two
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| What are the things that I know how
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| To paint in a simple light
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| Without the glare of expectation or the curse or avarice
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| Staining the veil of a blushing bride?
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| I’m a featherwoman
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| I’ll give you all my worries
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| I’ll give you everything back you left on my doorstep to see if I would break
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| Where are the words that I know how to sing like I’ve never done?
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| I know the bottle is expensive & I want to be intense enough to do more than
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| fill it up
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| Where are the wounds that I can’t feel
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| That everyone else can see?
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| If I could focus on the glory of the love I’ve had then I could finally become
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| free
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| I’m a featherwoman
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| I’ll give you all my worries
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| I’ll give you everything back you left on my doorstep to see if I would break
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| I’m a featherwoman
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| This is a lost diary entry
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| And if I rip it up and throw it in this yellow fire would you still look at me
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| that way?
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| Where is the gun I almost held to rise up against the odds?
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| I don’t remember how I ended up an innocent in the crusade of a kitten’s claws
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| Where is the grace I almost felt
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| Parade up and down my spine?
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| You know I want to be courageous like the lovers and the sages of the
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| Mysteries in my mind
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| I’m a featherwoman
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| I’ll give you all my worries
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| I’ll give you everything back you left on my doorstep to see if I would break
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| This is a lost diary entry
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| And if I rip it up and throw it in this yellow fire would you still look at me
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| that way?
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| What are the things that that I do best
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| That nobody else can do |