| I’ve got a memory a thousand years old
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| And I know secrets I’ve never been told
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| And I’ve got jewels I haven’t found
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| And they’ll return me to the ground
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| I’m the girl, I’m the girl, I’m the girl
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| You know me
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| I’m the girl, I’m the girl, I’m the girl
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| And I’m a siren; |
| I’ll wreck you on my shores
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| And I’m Godiva; |
| I’ll call you back for more
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| And I’m Medusa; |
| and I’m your favorite doll
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| And I’m a Georgia O’Keefe
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| Hanging on your wall
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| I’m Joan of Arc, I’m the girl next door
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| I’m the mother and the daughter
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| Of the mother and the daughter before
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| And I remember being born just
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| Sound and light and sound and light
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| And I remember the first time
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| Skin on skin in the arms of the night
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| Well how many times have we looked
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| Up into the starry skies, and how many times
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| Have we felt the passion rise
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| Every ruby-lipped girl baby, old lady, squaw junkie
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| Girl after girl after girl, every muse, whore, good witch
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| Princess, back arching, year after year after year
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| I’m Joan of Arc, I’m the girl next door
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| I’m the mother and the daughter
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| Of the mother and the daughter before |