youre not giving an inch youre not strung like wire your open arms they flinch joan crawford style treated like a towel inside you howl on some dark concrete midnight street youve built an altar thats quite complete your self control is damned amazing youre trying hard and i want you little miss emperor you really want to grow and youre alert, i know but babies mostly drown its a company town cheat gods and joke attack your noble ghost i saw the best minds of my generation learn how to crawl across our nation conformity falls like one wet blanket look how we live and i want you little miss emperor little miss emperor trying to open doors
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