| This world is yours to discover
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| With brand new eyes
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| You’re no player in a game of roles assigned
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| What you possess has no barter, no structure
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| No insurmountable walls
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| Only barriers of perception
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| Don’t you ever be afraid of all of your beauty
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| You can move without his words
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| Or a grant of submission
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| Oh they try to smother
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| Your righteous ambition
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| And stifle your loving grace
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| They tell you it’s a little girl’s place
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| To alter your convictions
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| No don’t you wait…
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| Put it down, rhetoric
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| Shake it out now, honey
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| They said you want it
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| They said you need it
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| But you don’t need it anymore
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| (and you never did)
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| They thrust you their products
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| By making you feel insecure
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| The matriarch was murdered
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| And now woman is a four letter word
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| Put a price on your body
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| To convince you that it’s all you’re worth
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| They are afraid of the power they lose
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| And the gift of creation
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| So don’t you ever listen! |