| I was a good girl, never hurt nobody
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| Grit my teeth when they hit me
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| So everybody would love me
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| There was a glitch in the system
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| That didn’t shut up and listen
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| All that anger, all that madness
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| Filling me like a piston
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| Baby, it’s critical
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| Don’t be so cynical
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| It’s not that deep, deep, deep
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| Baby, I’m critical
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| Can’t feel my pulse
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| It goes beep, beep, beep
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| Flatline
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| Beep, beep, beep
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| (Find me at the end of the night
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| Dancing through
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| Find me at the end of the night
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| The night, the night, the night)
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| They say be less critical
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| Of all the people who doubt me
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| Everyone’s on their own journey
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| Whether it’s with or without me
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| But they tied and they bound me
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| Left me to die in the valley
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| When I crawl out of my pit
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| Don’t be surprised when I’m shining
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| It’s not political
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| It’s in your soul
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| Buried deep, deep, deep
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| Maybe I’m critical
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| Can’t feel my pulse
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| It goes beep, beep, beep
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| Flatline
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| Beep, beep, beep
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| (Find me at the end of the night)
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| Beep, beep, beep
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| (Find me at the end of the night
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| Dancing through
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| Find me at the end of the night)
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| Beep, beep, beep |