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Words Built This City
02:32
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this is my body
my very own history
i won't be sorry
i'm not here to create or be
your prodigy
impossibly
gendered perfectly
there is no before
no future to look after
can't touch what you can't see
what you ignore is priceless to me
identity is compulsory
they say action speaks louder
but i've learned
words built this city, this version of me
walls of flesh, perfect dualities
divided our bodies
as far as we can see
like Judy said
we are the signs no one can see
castaways of sexuality
but now we're gonna break free
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Ghost Note
02:53
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Shake you up
on your Friday night
tear you away from the records that tell you everything's alright
lying dormant in our crowd
is an old virus
ready to make us sick and proud
On the last days of this world
we still won't give it a try
try to step outside this culture's lies
Can we forget our names
we were meant to feel the same
can you explain to me
how these old songs are gonna set us free
Don't want to spoil your fun
but i'm sick of having none
Wake me up
let's go out tonight
out of our ways to realize
we can't stop or wait for time
In the ghost notes of this rhythm there's still nothing but resistance
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