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Magazine Girls
03:26
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I WANT TO LOOK LIKE THE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES,
BUT THE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES,
DON’T EVEN LOOK LIKE THE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES,
THEY DON’T LOOK LIKE THE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES,
THEY DON’T LOOK LIKE THE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES.
HIDE MY LAUGHTER LINES WITH DERMAL FILLERS,
GIVE ME EYEBROWS THICK LIKE CATERPILLARS,
REMOVE MY HAIR, FROM EVERYWHERE EXCEPT MY HEAD,
MAKE IT LOOK REALLY THICK ‘CUZ.
I WANT TO LOOK LIKE THE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES,
BUT THE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES,
DON’T EVEN LOOK LIKE THE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES,
THEY DON’T LOOK LIKE THE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES,
THEY DON’T LOOK LIKE THE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES.
DON’T LOOK LIKE THE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES.
FOLLOW ME AROUND WITH A BIG BRIGHT LIGHT,
MAKE MY TEETH STRAIGHT, AND HOLLYWOOD WHITE,
GIVE ME A PERFECT COMPLEXION, NO PIMPLE SHALL BE SEEN,
PULL IN MY TUMMY, MY ARMS, MY LEGS MY THIGHS,
ENHANCE MY BOOBS, MY BUM AND MY EYES,
CHANGE THE COLOUR OF MY SKIN,
SO I DON’T LOOK SO PALE.
IS IT ANY WONDER WE'RE ALL SO INSECURE?
FEW ROLE MODELS TO BE SEEN, IN A BEAUTY MAGAZINE,
IF THE WORLDS GREATEST MODELS ARE PHOTOSHOPPED,
THEN WHAT CHANCE IS THERE FOR ME?
OF LOOKING LIKE A GIRL, FROM A MAGAZINE,
THERES NO CHANCE FOR ME, OF LOOKING LIKE A GIRL,
FROM A MAGAZINE.
FROM A MAGAZINE.
THERES NO CHANCE FOR ME, OF LOOKING LIKE A GIRL,
FROM A MAGAZINE,
FROM A MAGAZINE.
FROM A MAGAZINE,
FROM A MAGAZINE.
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Warrior
03:44
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I LOVE THE WAY THEY CONDESCEND ME
ALWAYS UNDERESTIMATE ME
THEY THINK THEY KNOW BUT THEY KNOW NOTHING
I CONTROL MY OWN NARRATIVE
ALLOW ME TO MASSAGE YOUR EGO
TAKE WHAT I NEED AND THEN I WILL GO
YOU PLEASURE YOURSELF TO YOUR OWN STORY
COLLABORATE AND THEN STEAL THE GLORY
YOUR ALWAYS LOOKING DOWN AS IF IM INFERIOR
YOUR WORDS SAY MORE ABOUT YOU THAN THEY DO ME
I’M A WARRIOR
THESE SCARS I BARE, POLITE REMINDER
FEAR IS WEAKER THAN DESIRE
THE HIGHER THE ASCENT THE MORE RIVALRY
I BASK IN THE THRILL HOW IT DELIGHTS ME
SLAUGHTER ME YOUR SACRIFICIAL LAMB
I’LL KEEP SINGING THROUGH MY BLEEDING DIAPHRAGM
I’M DONE WITH PLAYING ALONG I’M
DONE WITH SAYING SORRY
(I’M DONE WITH SAYING SORRY)
WE BOTH KNOW WHO’S WAR THIS IS
YOUR ALWAYS LOOKING DOWN AS IF IM INFERIOR
YOUR WORDS SAY MORE ABOUT YOU THAN THEY DO ME
I’M A WARRIOR
I’M A WARRIOR
(I’M A WARRIOR)
YOUR ALWAYS LOOKING DOWN
AS IF YOUR SUPERIOR
YOUR WORDS SAY MORE ABOUT
YOU THAN THEY DO ME
I’M A WARRIOR
I’M A WARRIOR
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Stop
03:17
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I’D LIKE YOU NOT TO TOUCH ME, NOT TO LOOK AT ME THAT WAY
NOT TO CALL ME DARLING AND DISCOUNT THE THINGS I SAY
YOU SAY I AM BOSSY BUT I CALL IT DRIVE
IF AM NOT THE ONE WHO’S DRIVING WHO WILL
TELL YOU TO
STOP! GET YOUR FINGERS OFF ME
I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOUR SORRY
BYE, DON’T EVEN TRY
I’LL TAKE THE STONES YOU THROW
I’LL USE THEM TO BUILD MY OWN ROAD
I’LL RISE, OH I WILL RISE
YOU TELL ME WHAT I NEED, NEVER ASK WHAT I WANT
SEEMS YOU’VE GOT MY FUTURE ALL FIGURED OUT
YOU KNOW THE GATE, YOU HAVE THE KEYS
DEEP IN THE POCKETS OF YOUR SKINNY BLACK JEANS
I KNOW WHAT YOUR DOING, THIS IS WHAT THEY CALL GROOMING
AND ALL THIS COULD BE MINE, FOR A PRICE I CAN’T REPAY
DARLIN’ DO YOU THINK I WAS BORN YESTERDAY?
STOP! GET YOUR FINGERS OFF ME
I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOUR SORRY
BYE, DON’T EVEN TRY
I’LL TAKE THE STONES YOU THROW
I’LL USE THEM TO BUILD MY OWN ROAD
I’LL RISE, OH I WILL RISE
AND I GUESS I SHOULD BE FLATTERED YOU SHOWED INTEREST IN ME
BUT I’M NOT PLAGUED WITH SUCH INSECURITIES
YOU SAID I’D RUE THE DAY I THREW A SOLID OPPORTUNITY AWAY
I’M NOT YOURS TO OWN, I’LL BE MY OWN QUEEN I’LL BUILD BY OWN THRONE
I DID NOT COME HERE TO CRY, I CAME TO THRIVE
I WIPE THE TEARS FROM MY EYES, AND I WILL RISE
STOP! GET YOUR FINGERS OFF ME
I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOUR SORRY
BYE, DON’T EVEN TRY
I TAKE THE STONES YOU THROW
I’LL USE THEM TO BUILD MY OWN ROAD
I’LL RISE, OH I WILL RISE
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For You
03:18
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LAUGHING TILL TEARS ROLL, TALK ALL NIGHT ON THE PHONE
‘BOUT ALL THE THINGS THAT WE’VE BEEN
THROUGH x 2
I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN FOR..
NEW PERSPECTIVES, THE LESSONS I HAVE LEARNED
BURNING BRIDGES, THAT NEEDED TO BE BURNED
BURN, BURN ME, WORDS OF BLACK AND GREY
I’VE LEARNED TO IGNORE THE THING THEY SAY
I’M STRIPPED OF EVERYTHING, SO I CAN RENEW
I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN FOR YOU
FOR YOU
ALL THE TIMES SPENT CRYING ON THE BEDROOM FLOOR
IN SO MUCH PAIN I COULDN’T TAKE ANY MORE
AND NOW I KNOW, THE ONLY WAY OUT IS THROUGH
DO IT ALL AGAIN FOR..
WHAT HAPPENS IN THE DARK MUST COME INTO LIGHT
AND I TRUST THAT IT WILL IN IT’S OWN TIME
THE THINGS WE DREAM ABOUT, LIE BEFORE US WHEN WE WAKE
LIFE IS NOTHING BUT THE CHANCES WE TAKE
AND NOW IT FEELS WE HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE
I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN FOR YOU
I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN FOR YOU
ALL THE TIMES SPENT CRYING ON THE BEDROOM FLOOR
IN SO MUCH PAIN I COULDN’T TAKE ANY MORE
AND NOW I KNOW THE ONLY WAY OUT IS THROUGH
I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN FOR YOU, FOR YOU
TIME IS A HEALER, TIME IS ON MY SIDE
CRAWLING OUT MY SKIN, NOWHERE TO HIDE
I’VE DONE THINGS I NEVER THOUGHT I’D DO
AND I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN FOR YOU
I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN FOR YOU
LAUGHING TIL TEARS ROLL
TALK ALL NIGHT ON THE PHONE
ABOUT ALL THE THINGS THAT WE’VE BEEN THROUGH
I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN FOR YOU
FOR YOU
LAUGHING TIL TEARS ROLL
TALK ALL NIGHT ON THE PHONE
ABOUT ALL THE THINGS THAT WE’VE BEEN THROUGH
I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN FOR YOU
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Rachel Jack Aberdeen, UK
Singer-songwriter from the North-East of Scotland.
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