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Still I sent up my prayer
Wondering where it had to go
With heaven full of astronauts
And the Lord on death row.

Like it or not, we were built tough,
Because we’re woman.

Nobody else can share this
Here comes one and one makes one

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

You lock the door and throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.

And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
And I’m the bishop and I’ve come
To claim you with my iron drum

On the hopes of a tyrant
No one makes it over

Show biz kids making movies
Of themselves you know they
Don’t give a fuck about anybody else

There’s no need to hide
Taking things the easy way
If I stay inside
I might live til Saturday

The night I was born I swear the moon turned a fire red
Well my poor mother cried out “lord, the gypsy was right!”

You’re just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you

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