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What is it to take care of yourself? What are we take in care of? |
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A million bedrooms with hands softly lulling |
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our divine ****s and *****s, without telling anyone, |
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a million *****ps come alone out on the calmest seas |
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So are we loving ourselves now? Are we mothering ourselves? |
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Statistics and newspaper tell me I am unhappy and dying, |
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that I need man and child to fulfill me |
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that I'm more likely to get breast cancer |
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and it's biology, it's my own fault |
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it's divine punishment of the unruly |
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it's fearful out here on the calmest seas, |
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we who grew up singing. Merry christmas! |
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The war is over. Our mothers softly humming: |
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We're at the edge of history |
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But I keep growing older, eight years since 25 now, |
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and all that ages now is the body, and I wonder why, |
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I think to myself one of this days everything I write |
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begins with the question What's wrong with me? |
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Yes! You say I'm free now, that battle is over |
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And feminism's over and socialism's over Yeah! |
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I say I can consume what I want now. |
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And this is what happens on the edge of history |
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the great eye turn to us. |
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We are the only thing that's aging, |
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but we don't know it yet, we cling onto heaven |
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Sleep tight forever, sleep tight forever |
