i had to leave the house of fashion
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go forth naked from its doors
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cuz women should still be allies
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not competitors
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and i had to leave the house of god
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cuz the cross replaced the wheel
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and the goddesses were out in the garden
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with the plants that nourish and heal
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i had to leave the house of privilege
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spend christmas homeless and feeling bad
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to learn that priviligage is a headache
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that you don't know that you don't have
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and i had to leave the house of television
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to start noticing the clouds
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it's amazing the stuff you see
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when you finally shed that shroud
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i had to leave the house of conformity
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in order to make art
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i had to be more or less true
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to learn to tell the two apart
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and i had to leave the house of fear
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just about as soon as i could crawl
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ignore my face on the wanted posters
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stuck to the post office wall
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i had to leave the house of self-importance
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to doodle my first tattoo
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realize a tattoo is no more permanent
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that i am, and who
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ever said that life is suffering
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i think they had their finger on the pulse of joy
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ain't the power of transcendence
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the greatest one we can employ
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Reprise
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| Ani DiFranco |
