| We are sore the length of our bodies
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| We restore water we cry
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| We are nothing if not your granddaughters
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| We have been nothing but dignified
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| We, we brave beestings and all
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| And we don’t dive, we cannonball
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| And we splash our eyes full of chemicals
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| Just so there’s none left for little girls
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| Just so there’s none left for little girls
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| Roll, roll, roll up your denim
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| We’ve got to pedal 10 hours south
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| They pour it down from their balconies
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| You’ve got to push all the doubt to the side of your mouth
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| We, we brave beestings and all
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| And we don’t dive, we cannonball
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| And we splash our eyes full of chemicals
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| Just so there’s none left for little girls
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| Just so there’s none left for little girls
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| We are sore the length of our bodies
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| We restore water we cry
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| We are nothing if not your granddaughters
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| We have been nothing but dignified |