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When you catch the light You look like your mother It crushes me some Just right from the sight When you catch the light There's a flash of wild creatures Before the Stone Age of the preachers And the husbands and the wives When you catch the light The flood changes direction And darkens the lens That projects my disguise As you fight alongside You'll discover my weakness: I'm not fighting for your freedom I am fighting to be wild Hey, little girl, would you like to be King's pet or the king? I'd choose odorless and invisible But otherwise I would choose the king Even though it sounds the loneliest And my brother's hands would poison me Ah, ah, ah Hey, little girl, would you like to be The king's pet or the king? I would choose odorless and invisible But otherwise I would choose the king Even though it sounds the loneliest There's no mother's hands to quiet me |