When I was four years old
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They tried to test my I.Q.
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They showed me a picture of 3 oranges and a pear
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They said, which one is different?
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It does not belong
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They taught me different is wrong
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But when I was 13 years old
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I woke up one morning
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Thighs covered in blood
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Like a war
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Like a warning
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That I live in a breakable takeable body
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An ever-increasingly valuable body
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That a woman had come in the night to replace me
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Deface me
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See, my body is borrowed
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Yeah, I got it on loan
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For the time in between my mom and some maggots
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I don't need anyone to hold me
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I can hold my own
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I got highways for stretchmarks
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See where I've grown
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I sing sometimes
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Like my life is at stake
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'Cause you're only as loud
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As the noises you make
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I'm learning to laugh as hard
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As I can listen
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'Cause silence
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Is violence
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In women and poor people
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If more people were screaming then I could relax
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But a good brain ain't diddley
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If you don't have the facts
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We live in a breakable takeable world
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An ever available possible world
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And we can make music
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Like we can make do
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Genius is in a back beat
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Backseat to nothing if you're dancing
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Especially something stupid
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Like I.Q.
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For every lie I unlearn
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I learn something new
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I sing sometimes for the war that I fight
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'Cause every tool is a weapon -
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If you hold it right.
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My IQ
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Ani DiFranco |