lying on the floor
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four stories high
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in the corridor
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between the asphalt and the sky
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I am caught like bottled water
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the light daughter
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I wonder what you look like
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under your t-shirt
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I wonder what you sound like
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when you're not wearing words
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I wonder what we have
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when we're not pretending
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it's never-ending, haven't you heard?
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I don't need to tell you
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what this is about
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you just start on the inside
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and work your way out
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we are all polylingual
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but some of us pretend
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there's virtue in relying
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on not trying to understand
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we're all citizens of the womb
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before we subdivide
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into sexes and shades
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this side
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that side
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and I don't need to tell you
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what this is about
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you just start on the inside
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and work your way out
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undressing for the fan
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like it was a man
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wondering about all the things
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that I'll never understand
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there are some things that you can't know
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unless you've been there
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but oh how far we could go
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if we started to share
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I don't need to tell you
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what it is about
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you just start on the inside
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you just start on the inside
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and work your way out
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Work Your Way Out
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Ani DiFranco |