You never listen to a word that I said
You only seen me
For the clothes that I wear
Or did the interest go so much deeper
Imust have been
The colour of my hair
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Public image
What you wanted was never made clear
Behind the image was ignorance and fear
You hide behind this public machine
Still follow same old scheme
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Two sides to every story
Somebody had to stop me
I’m not the same as when I began
I will not be treated as property
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