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"From cradle to grave" |
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I am woman, |
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I am son!I can give birth to sheep, |
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I can give birth to son! |
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And I can be cool, soft as the breeze, |
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I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees! |
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I am woman, |
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I am son!I am woman, |
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I am son!Can't see where |
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I run, no matter how far! |
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I am woman, |
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I am son!I can give birth to sheep, |
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I can give birth to son! |
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And I can be cool, soft like the breeze, |
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I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees! |
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Want some [?] |
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Twice a [?] |
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I can see, over candle-light, |
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I'll take care of you, untill you die. |
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I can [?] brush, |
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I can [?] screw, |
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When I walk by, flowers will bloom. |
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Want some [?] |
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Twice a [?] |
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I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees! |
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You keep takin'...my head should be aching! |
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I can see, over candle-light, |
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I'll take care of you, untill you die, |
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I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees! |
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You keep takin'... |
