| Well |
| Either I'm nice on the eye |
| Or this person that's passing me by has never seen one like me before |
| We endure it |
| Keep reaching for it |
| Knee deep, we keep pouring, life force in a formless void |
| We're too gorgeous |
| Dwarf the whole street when we walk |
| Are you transported? |
| I cherish the ones who support us |
| Fear takes from us |
| But Love restores us |
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| You are not the sum of the things you do wrong in the eyes of someone who does |
| not understand you |
| It's not a disorder or a dysfunction |
| Disgusting the way they discuss us |
| But just coz a person's not decent to me |
| Don't mean they're not decent to someone |
| The norm is not normal, it's a construction |
| Designed to stifle the inner life and increase production |
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| They never wanted people like me round here |
| But when I'm dead |
| They'll put my statue in the square |
| They used to tell their children not to stare |
| But when I'm dead |
| They'll put my statue in the square |
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| They're ten a penny, we're rare |
| And when we're dead |
| They'll put our statues in the square |
| They can shake their heads in despair |
| But we been here from the start |
| And we ain't going nowhere |
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| Spent my life trying to do things your way |
| Normal didn't feel right |
| Trapped in a shrinking hallway |
| Till It got too tight |
| Deep breath |
| Fresh air when I broke the surface |
| Yes we've all lost lovers |
| What's sad is a lost purpose |
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| Reclaim it |
| Reframe it |
| Rename it something more fitting |
| Contain it |
| Champagne it |
| Complaining never did nothing but hitting the ground running's a start |
| Hold your position |
| Tape it up |
| Tuck it |
| And love it beyond condition |
| Watching the city surrender to rain |
| I remember to live is to change |
| I don't pray for the end of my pain |
| I pray for the strength to weather it |
| Paused on the brink of a gaping precipice |
| Hesitant, derelict slow from the sedative |
| Terrified people never stop asking where the treasure is |
| I'm like everything's relative |
| So don't be surprised when they shield their eyes |
| What they fear's a reflection of their own minds |
| They reveal themselves in their dead headlines |
| It's fine |
| We don't need permission to shine |
|
| They never wanted people like me round here |
| But when I'm dead |
| They'll put my statue in the square |
| They used to tell their children not to stare |
| But when I'm dead |
| They'll put my statue in the square |
|
| They're ten a penny, we're rare |
| And when we're dead |
| They'll put our statues in the square |
| They can shake their heads in despair |
| But we been here from the start |
| And we ain't going nowhere |
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