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So put me in a cage, lock me in a room. Throw away the key, I dare you. I’ll break down the walls, a high heel wrecking ball. And I won’t let you tear me down, no.
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If you were Dracula I’d be letting you take that bite, hot and hazardous, like playing with dynamite.
Beatrice Miller
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I can remember a time when I was so afraid when even my shadow wouldn’t follow me. So I’m picking up my sword to shatter all the pieces that I was before ’cause I’m worth fighting for.
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Will you be my love? Will you go with me? Are you who I dreamed or just a memory? Will you understand what I have to do? Will you be the man, the one I thought I knew?
Beatrice Miller -
Oh, you’d love if you crumble me up in the palm of your hands. Well, I bet that sucks ’cause now you know you can’t.
Beatrice Miller -
Rich kids never go to jail. Rich kids never buy on sale. Rich kids always have the most fun. Man, I wish that I was one.
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I’m not a paper doll. Can’t make me what you want. You just build me up and tear me down. Enough’s enough. Go, leave me alone. Cut me down but I won’t fall. I’m not a paper doll.
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And I never will be the girl who says sorry. And you should have known right from the start. I needed a hero and I got a zero, so pack your bags and take your broken heart.
Beatrice Miller
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I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows. Oh, but it’s too late now. I let you get too close.
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Yeah, I want Dracula. Forever be young and wild, dark and dangerous. Yeah, I love, I love the tragically beautiful!
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I feel your lips move in and they take me under. You know just what to do, how to make me want you. And I know I’ll be broken when it’s over. Oh, but I can’t help but pull you closer.
Beatrice Miller -
This is not an apology. I’m just a little bit stronger than you. This is not an apology. You’re such a chick, it makes me feel like a dude. My finger’s up, I’ve had enough. You’re going down so say goodbye to us. This is not an apology.
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You came right out of nowhere. Spin me around. How did you make my world come crashing down?
Beatrice Miller -
I had an opinion but I never spoke my mind. And I wouldn’t argue even when I knew I was right.
Beatrice Miller
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All around me I hear cries. And bombs are falling from the skies. Can’t you help me save my life?
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I’ll be here till we collide. I don’t care if I survive. So crash into me one more time, yeah.
Beatrice Miller -
Does it make you feel good to make me feel small? When you’re pushing me down, does it make you feel tall? Pointing out my flaws ’cause you wanna erase them all. Does it make you feel good to make me feel small?
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Listen up, here’s our song, for the young, the lost, and the underdogs. We’re taking over. We get it right and we get it wrong. But we got used to staying strong. We’re taking over. We’re taking over now, yeah!
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Rich kids got a lot to say. Rich kids never have to pay. Everything’s funny when you’re young with money. And mommy and daddy will pay the way.
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Tonight, you made my perfect picture look like black and white. I know I’ve never seen my colors so alive. With you around, I know that we’re gonna be fine. Tonight, you made my perfect picture come to life and I don’t know why.
Beatrice Miller
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When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen, this is our time to own it so own it.
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When I was younger I would always listen to female artists that are my age now and I felt like I couldn't always connect with them because all these people would constantly sing these party songs and I couldn't always relate to them. When I was younger it felt very alienating and I try my best to be the person that I would've needed, for other people.
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Who’s a friend, who’s an enemy? ‘Cause sometimes they look the same to me. But looks can be pleasing, yet so deceiving. Sweet words from a serpent’s tongue. It’s like playing with a loaded gun!
Beatrice Miller -
We’ve got young blood. Can’t destroy us. We make our own luck in this world. We’ve got young blood. No one chose us. We make our own love in this world.
Beatrice Miller