| come out, come out and play
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| looks like a better day
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| the smoke has flown away, it’s over.
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| roads are wide, streets are clear
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| demons dead and nothing to fear
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| sing it loud so that we can hear its over.
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| we close our eyes and try to see
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| we are better than we used to be
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| and think that days are safer than the nights.
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| no matter how you wear your skirt
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| you can always get hurt
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| and wonder what’s the glory, what’s the pride?
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| there’s nothing to conquer, no kingdom to find.
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| there’s nothing so holy, it’s all in your mind.
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| She’s not your mother,
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| and she’s not your sister,
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| and she’s not your daughter
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| she needs no protector.
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| come out, come out and play
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| that’s what the lovers say
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| good wind is here to stay, it’s over.
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| take your time and choose your seat
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| feel your lungs and feel your feet
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| theories are obsolete, it’s over!
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| society and consequence.
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| overriding common sense
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| future tense and stories of the wild.
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| no matter how you wear your skirt
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| you can always get hurt
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| and wonder what’s the glory, what’s the pride?
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| there’s nothing to conquer, no kingdom to find.
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| there’s nothing so holy, it’s all in your mind.
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| She’s not your mother,
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| and she’s not your sister,
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| and she’s not your daughter
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| she needs no protector.
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| why do you need her
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| tell me, why do you need her
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| why do you need her
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| she needs not protector |