i've been an [A's?] girl
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offering much, grumbling low
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and i gave all, all that was asked of me when ardor was slow
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and vision was unrelenting
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i never stopped long enough to swim against the tides of old
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and i was single-minded too much to look toward this neutral north
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so now permission to be permission to slow
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and do the only things that matter to me
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the freedom to flow to where genuine flows
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and do the only things that matter to me
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and sure, i've had my fun, played with my roles
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with times for a break hard-won
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but then after a while so much done by rote
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no longer by inspiration
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i never stopped long enough to see whose was this blind ambition
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and i was not sanctioned to stop and realise whose was this old mission
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so now permission to be permission to slow
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and do the only things that matter to me
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the freedom to flow to where genuine flows
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and do the only things that matter to me
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with this space by the dropping of weights
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this license to be with this time merely [we?]
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Chorus
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The simple things that matter to me
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Permission
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| Alanis Morissette |
