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Both eyes drinking cool water
Not the first daughter
So I can't see
Why you're wrestling with words at last
A tradition you've long outclassed

Come true for the new martyrs
With your hair parted
Like the Red Sea
You're addressing the world from your bed
All alone in the crowd like you said

Come true, it's only divine right
Come true, it's only divine, writer
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah)

Years later in her white glory
All her backstory
Has been wiped clean
Just another apocryphal mess
Never promised 'em anything less

So come true, these are safe waters
For the first daughter
So I can't see
Why you're pushing the pull that you've had
While the rest of the girls go bad

Come true, it's only divine right
Come true, it's only divine, writer
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah)

Slip back
Through the plot
For the new shock:
Seeing us then
When we were the real people
We were the real people

Slip back
Through the plot
For the new shock:
Seeing us then
When we were the real people
We were the real people

Face down in the old money
Left the crowd wondering
What your next move's
Gonna be in the moments ahead
While the rest of the girls go bad

Come true, it's only divine right
Come true, it's only divine, writer
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah)

Slip back
Through the plot
For the new shock:
Seeing us then
When we were the real people
We were the real people

Slip back
Through the plot
For the new shock:
Seeing us then
When we were the real people
We were the real people

[Outro - Instrumental]

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