| Bearer of the flag from the beginning
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| Now who would have believed this riot girl’s a cynic
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| But they took our ideas to their marketing stores
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| And now I’m spending all my days at Trying to buy back a little piece of me
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| (Everywhere you go they say «Hello,
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| Weren’t you the one that sold your soul ?»
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| Every time you leave the say «Oh no,
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| Why did you ever let us go ?»)
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| And I think that I sometimes might have wished
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| For something more than to be a size six
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| But now my inspiration rests
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| In-between my beauty magazines and my credit card bills
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| I’ve been crawling up so long
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| On your stairway to heaven
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| And now I no longer believe that I wanna get in And will there always be concerts where
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| Women are raped
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| Watch me make up my mind instead of my face
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| The number one must have
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| Is that we are safe
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| (Everywhere you go teenage
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| Is the rage
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| Inside your pants
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| And on the front page
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| Everywhere you go it’s die or be born
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| If you can’t decide then
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| It’s your own war)
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| No more, No more, No more
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| And for all the ladies out there I wish
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| We could write more than the next marketing bid
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| Culture is what we make it, Yes it is Now is the time, now is the time, now is the time
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| To invent, invent, invent, invent, invent, invent… |