| I can’t take the criticism
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| I’m eaten up with cynicism
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| All the colors in the prism entering my eyes
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| Still can’t change my mind
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| I’m a stubborn goat getting older
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| A cube of ice getting colder
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| Frozen heart and frozen shoulders
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| That is what I’ve got
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| A sweetheart I am not
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| Now I’ll soften when it pays the bills
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| I’ll love you in exchange for thrills
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| I’ll surface 'cause withdrawal kills
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| I can smell fresh blood from miles away
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| I can’t be locked up this way
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| I can’t be locked up this way
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| I can’t be locked up like this
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| I can’t be locked up this way
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| I have been their slave but I’m tired of working
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| I’m a jackhammer tired of jerking
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| I’m a booty shaker tired of twerking
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| You can laugh all you want
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| Soon enough though I’ll be gone
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| I’m a dying fly on the wall
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| I’m a teenage girl who just won’t call
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| I’m a deflated basketball
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| No needle to be found
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| And I just want to be round
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| So I can roll, so I can bounce
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| So I can roll out of this town
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| I can’t be locked up like this
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| I can’t be locked up like this
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| I can’t be locked up this way
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| I can’t be locked up like this
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| Now I’m the worst ship that was ever built
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| Started sinking soon as the champagne spilt
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| All the dirty secrets in my quilt
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| They won’t come out in the wash
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| Somebody help my gosh
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| I’m a beating heart off the beating path
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| The God of shame, feel my wrath
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| Can my filthy soul take a bath
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| In the light of you, in the light of truth
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| In the light of you
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| No I can’t be locked up like this
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| I can’t be locked up like this
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| I can’t be locked up this way
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| Oh, no, I can’t be locked up like this
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| I can’t be locked up like this
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| I can’t be locked up like this
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| I can’t be locked up like this
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| I can’t be locked up like this |