| Birds are calling to sing along
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| But my window’s painted shut
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| And all that year of chorus taught me
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| Is out of style and long forgot
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| How can I sing like a girl
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| And not be stigmatized
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| By the rest of the world?
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| Tell me how can I sing like a girl
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| And not be objectified
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| As if I were a girl?
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| I want to raise my freak flag
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| Higher and higher and
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| I want to raise my freak flag
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| And never be alone
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| Never be alone
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| From the watchtowers I’ve been spotted
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| Fingers pointing at my mouth
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| Spotlights turn and pivot towards me
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| But I dare not make a sound
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| How can I sing like a girl
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| And not be stigmatized
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| By the rest of the world?
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| Tell me how can I sing like a girl
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| And not be objectified
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| As if I were a girl?
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| I want to raise my freak flag
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| Higher and higher and
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| I want to raise my freak flag
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| And never be alone
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| Never be alone
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| How can I sing like a girl
|
| And not be stigmatized
|
| By the rest of the world?
|
| Tell me how can I sing like a girl
|
| And not be objectified
|
| As if I were a girl?
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| How can I sing like a girl
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| How can I sing like a girl
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| How can I sing like a girl
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| How can I sing like a girl |