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Dance Real
01:59
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i don't wanna lie, i don't wanna lie in my sleep
i don't wanna lie, i don't like playing dead in my sleep
i don't wanna lie in my sleep no more no i don't wanna lie in my sleep. i don't like playing dead in my sleep no more, i don't wanna play dead in my sleep.
i don't wanna fight, i don't wanna fight in the street
i don't wanna fight, i don't like playin tough on the street
i don't wanna fight in the street no more, no i don't wanna fight in the street. i don't like playin tough on the street no more, i don't wanna play tough on the street.
i don't wanna try, don't wanna work real hard and succeed
i don't wanna try, i just wanna. dance. real!
i don't wanna try to succeed no more, don't wanna work real hard and compete. i don't wanna play tough on the street no more, i just wanna. dance. real!
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21st Century Girl
02:12
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all the times when i feel self doubt i dig down deep and pull it out
all your alcohol and pills won't cure or kill
the power of this 21st century girl
i'm a 21st century girl (feel my power)
bloody hands and a conscience that is clean (fear my power)
i'm a 21st century girl (say it louder now)
hey turn it up and get undone
don't need your poison to cloud my brain. self-esteem is my one true fame
keep trying to find someone else to blame but to
deny your real-true-self should be your only shame
i'm a 21st century girl (feel my power)
bloody hands and a conscience that is clean (fear my power)
i'm a 21st century girl (say it louder now)
hey turn it up and get undone
i got my demons hell i ain't no saint. don't try to tell me that i'm something i ain't
you said three words but i only heard one
like i'm the world's new fortunate son
i'm a 21st century girl (feel my power)
bloody hands and a conscience that is clean (fear my power)
i'm a 21st century girl (say it louder now)
hey turn it up and get undone
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you came up short so they left you behind
you’re the prey no one wants to chase
it’s hard to see when you keep yourself blind
pushing the hair from your face
we’ve all had to run through the shadows
we’ve all been to hell once or twice
you got no friends
you got no revolution
you got no friends
you got no
i see the wolf staring me down
sucking the cracks in his teeth
as if my bones breaking from words
were just as good as the meat
we’ve all had to run through the shadows
we’ve all been to hell once or twice
i got my friends
i got my revolution
i got my friends
i got my
it never ends, this competition
my instincts tell me to be aware
i’m not here for a confrontation
with the girl in the back w/ the catty stare
we’ve all had to run through the shadows
we’ve all been to hell once or twice
i’m yr friend
i’m yr revolution
i’m yr friend
i’m yr revolution
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Power
01:47
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who has the power
who has the power
it’s not you it’s not me
who else can it be
they pit us against each other
(yeah we’ve been framed they set us up)
they try to tell me you are wrong
(no way no way no way)
we’re both on the bottom of the pyramid
we hold them up and make them strong
false imbalances created
(yeah we’ve been framed they set us up)
on separate sides of the line
(no way no way no way)
you can’t take notice of their privilege
cuz youre too busy being jealous of mine
we gotta see what’s goin on
we gotta see we’re being used
we gotta see they’re messin us up
we gotta see we gotta see we gotta seeeeee
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