I had to leave the house of fashion
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And go forth naked from its doors
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'cause women should be allies
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And not competitors
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I had to leave the house of god
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Because the cross replaced the wheel
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And the goddesses were all out in the garden
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With the plants that nurture 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 privilege is a headache
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That you don't know that you don't have
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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 when
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You finally shed that shroud
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I had leave the house of conformity
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In order to make art
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I had to be more and less true
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To learn to tell the two apart
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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 a wanted poster
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Stuck to the post office wall
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I had leave the house of self-importance
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To doodle my first tattoo
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To realize a tattoo is no more permanent
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Than 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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Shroud
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| Ani DiFranco |
