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I took the pain out of my pen |
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I took my self out of my selfish ways |
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And wrote all and wrote all |
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I took the heat off of my hen |
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And took my place upon the roof instead |
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And crowed and crowed |
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I've made a satyr from a saint |
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I've made a nun out of a lesbian |
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You are the person you've been always |
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You were just too young to know yourself back then |
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And if you think that you can change, well |
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Then i hope you're right |
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Not even god can change your nature |
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But you can hold back, right? |
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I took the greed out of my grin |
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And sunk my teeth into my work instead |
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And they followed |
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I took my seat upon the stand |
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Gave my account of what happened |
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And swallowed |
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I've made a satyr from a saint |
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I've made a nun out of a lesbian |
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You are the person you've been always |
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You were just too young to know yourself back then |
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And if you think that you can change, well |
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Then i hope you're right |
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Not even god can change your nature |
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But he can hold out alright |