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Gender Studies
01:49
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Why don’t you study my gender,
Tell me it’s not enough,
Shout at me in the streets
Claim it’ll make me tough,
Why don’t you study my gender
Tell me there’s only two,
Tell me its perfect
Its enough for me and you
Why don’t you study my gender
Peddle those tired old lines
That the violence is justified
Cause it saves the right kind of lives
Why don’t you study my gender
Tell me I’m no fun anymore
That I used to be quiet and pretty
And you liked the old me more
Why don’t you study my gender
Stretch it out so we both can see
Ask invasive questions
Pretend you’re not hurting me
Because when you study my gender
And we fight this dirty war
And I tell you that you’re trash
And you call me a whore
We’ve nothing gained and
Nothing ventured and there’s
No outcome we haven’t seen before
So go ahead, study my gender
Bring all your fears and insecurities
To the fore
Cause when you study my gender,
Guess what I like the new me more
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Desperation
02:04
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I thought I’d moved on
And let this go
And I’m with someone new
There’s been room to grow
Stronger now than I
Was before
With all these new beliefs
My life is so much more
I can’t hear with your voice
In my head
Those things that you said
Taking root in my brain
Robbing my joy
Twisting my pain
Don’t you know
This is the only body
That I’ll ever have
You tried to control
Control me too
There was never enough
I could do for you
When you watched me cry
In those crowded streets
And I wonder now did
Your heart skip a beat
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Laundries
03:09
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The shame of those houses
With windows of steam
And the shame of those
Sheets that came out
So clean
The fear that lives with us
That powers our change
The stain of our secrets
The stain of those days
The girls were so quiet
Their lives maligned
They shut and put up
Could never ask why
She shouldn’t have perished
She was too young
She froze to death beneath the
Winters sun
And history repeats
We know it well
We’ve fallen in love
With a new god’s spell
A decade and a half is never enough
Sometimes these cases need a woman’s touch
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No One Ever Talks To Us
02:36
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No one ever talks to us
No one ever talks to us
Unless they want
To fuck
I thought this could be
Different
But I guess we’re out of
Luck
In this modern age
Why has so little
Changed
Awkward chats
In the building
Darken our days
No one ever talks to us
No one ever talks to us
And their giving it all that
When their glory days
Have been gone
But then can go fuck
Themselves
And the horse they rode in on
Have you no manners?
It’s called being polite
The way that you’re acting
Trying to ruin our night
No one ever talks to us
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Ó ró sé do bheatha bhaile
Ó ró sé do bheatha bhaile
Ó ró sé do bheatha bhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh X 2
Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile,
Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda,
Gaeil iad féin is Gaill is Spáinnigh
Is cuirfidh siad fáilte chuig Gaillimh
Ó ró sé do bheatha bhaile
Ó ró sé do bheatha bhaile
Ó ró sé do bheatha bhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh
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