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Painted parade, a slave to the trade,can't sleep in the bed that you've made |
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Daddy was wrong, you could have been strong,but you've been alone far too long |
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You'll never be pure, yes madam, yes siryou've always obeyed, to be sure |
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Feet to the fire, they call you a liarthis cannot be what you desire |
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Council the weak, they think you're a freak,a future that's hopelessly bleak |
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Confused by success, your life is a mess,yet they can convince you you're blessed |
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Don't come with me, |
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I won't set you free,'cause that's not where you need to be |
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And no, I'm not confused, although you're abused, |
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I see it's this life that you choose |
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Painted parade, a slave to the trade,can't sleep in the bed that you've made |
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Daddy was wrong, you could have been strong,but you've been alone far too long |
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You'll never be pure, yes madam, yes siryou've always obeyed, to be sure |
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Feet to the fire, they call you a liarthis cannot be what you want |
