Verse 1:
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Well, what about you, lost?
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And tears run down my cheeks in streams.
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Why are you so sure.
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That instead of wings behind the dorsal despair.
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Sweep away the sadness, go, tell yourself:
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Chorus:
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Out of season, I'm Madonna.
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I am the crown of creation.
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I am a goddess and henceforth, I am the queen of the world.
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Out of season, I'm Madonna.
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I am the crown of creation.
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I am a goddess and henceforth, I am the queen of the world.
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Verse 2:
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Stand on the edge, start from scratch.
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And your familiar world will turn upside down.
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But don't let anyone, put out the big sun in your soul.
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Light up bright dreams, only you know the truth about yourself.
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Chorus:
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Out of season, I'm Madonna.
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I am the crown of creation.
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I am a goddess and henceforth, I am the queen of the world.
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Out of season, I'm Madonna.
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I am the crown of creation.
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I am a goddess and henceforth, I am the queen of the world.
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I will be open, I will come out of the shadows.
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This is self-defense, not an attack.
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Out of season, you are Madonna.
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You are the crown of creation.
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You are a goddess and henceforth, the queen of the world.
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Out of season, you are Madonna.
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You are the crown of creation.
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You are a goddess and henceforth, the queen of the world. |