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We're used to curling our toes When the fire burns below Never freed from this slow-burning bed we’ve made With our apathy Growing in us, our tree We were not born to be controlled Lived quietly just to be told They’d break us into silence Well, is the damage done yet? Hope is a burden in the wrong hands And theirs are holding us down Dying in us, our tree We were not born to be controlled Lived quietly just to be told They’d break us into silence Well, is the damage done yet? Sing without and take a bow You’ll never break the glass ceiling You are here to be a voice in their making Sing no words; they’re meaningless When they come from a woman Sing it now, tell him now "You'll never take mine!" From Letras Mania