I used to bite my tong and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I said quietly, agree politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me passed the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything
You held me down but I got up,
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice you hear that sound
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