You never listen to a word that I say

You only see me for the clothes that I wear

Oh did the interest go so much steeper

It must have been the colour of my hair

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What you wanted was never made clear

Behind the image is ignorance and fear

You hide behind this public machine

Still a part of the same old sheen

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Two sides to every story

Somebody had to stop me

I'm not the same as when I began

I won't be treated as property

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Two sides to every story

Somebody had to stop me

I'm not the same as when I began

It's not a game of Monopoly

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