| I’ll be your fantasy, but i won’t be your property
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| Love you eternally, but i’ll never be your property
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| Love from me’s not guaranteed
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| Just because you think i’m property
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| I can love you totally and still not be your property
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| Every girl and boy wants to grow up to be loved someday
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| And you can’t wait to give your heart away
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| But it’s like worship in their eyes walking down the aisle
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| When you slip on that ring, they start to treat you like a thing, yeah
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| I call it slavery when you call someone your property
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| Don’t waste your vanity, i will never be your property
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| Something wonderful happens when people fall in love
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| Your happiness is all they’re thinking of But it’s like «anything you say"'til the wedding day
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| When they get it in ink, they start to tell you what to think, yeah
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| Darkest day in history when someone invented property
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| Cause of our misery is the constant lust for property
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| Since god began it, we’ve been dividing up the planet
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| When you see something you want it You’ve got to put your name tag on it And we go on carving, meanwhile half the world is starving
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| It’s a crime. |
| hands off what is mine!
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| Take all you can 'til you slam on the parking brake
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| And you need space to make your own mistakes
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| But it’s like «i won’t hold you back"'til the bags are packed
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| Then they’re struttin’about like they own you inside out
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| I call it slavery (you can’t make me a slave),
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| When you call someone your property
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| Don’t waste your vanity (don't be so vain),
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| I will never be your property
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| Darkest day in history (why did you have to do a thing like that)
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| When someone invented property
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| Cause of our misery (misery, misery)
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| Is the constant lust for property |