The windows of my soul
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are made of one way glass
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don't bother looking into my eyes
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if there's something you want to know,
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just ask
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I got a dead bolt stroll
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where I'm going is clear
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I won't wait for you to wonder
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I'll just tell you why I'm here
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'cause I know the biggest crime
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is just to throw up your hands
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say
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this has nothing to do with me
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I just want to live as comfortably as I can
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you got to look outside your eyes
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you got to think outside your brain
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you got to walk outside you life
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to where the neighborhood changes
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tell me who is your boogieman
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that's who I will be
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you don't have to like me for who I am
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but we'll see what you're made of
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by what you make of me
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I think that it's absurd
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that you think I
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am the derelict daughter
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I fight fire with words
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words are hotter than flames
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words are wetter than water
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I got friends all over this country
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I got friends in other countries too
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I got friends I haven't met yet
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I got friends I never knew
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I got lovers whose eyes
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I've only seen at a glance
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I got strangers for great grandchildren
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I got strangers for ancestors
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I was a long time coming
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I'll be a long time gone
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you've got your whole life to do something
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and that's not very long
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so why don't you give me a call
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when you're willing to fight
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for what you think is real
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for what you think is right
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Willing To Fight
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Ani DiFranco |