Keep my temper, cool off. Keep my tension, heat on.  
                                            I don't mind showing my colors.  
                                            Any yesterdays, and tomorrows.  
                                            I make no bones about them.  
                                            No desire to go on with you,  
                                            nobody can get it's confirmation.  
                                            I wanna be me, I wanna be free.  
                                            I don't need to ask for the moon.  
                                             
                                            * And I take a beauty sleep until evening comes.  
                                            Then everything is ready for me.  
                                            I don't shuffle on the street, refinement is mine.  
                                            Nobody can get the jump on me.  
                                            Outdoing myself is my way.  
                                             
                                            ** And I play with paradox until it's boring.  
                                            Then I can be ready for beating.  
                                            I do stride on the street, refuse all mercy.  
                                            Nobody can get the jump on me.  
                                            Outdoing myself always feeds my soul, feeds my soul.  
                                             
                                            Every day and night, every situation.  
                                            I know what I am doing there.  
                                            Any conversation, any fantasies  
                                            Can not keep turning me on.  
                                            Even make a deal with me today,  
                                            nobody can get it's confirmation.  
                                            I don't dress to kill, still I bedevil.  
                                            I don't want a bed of roses.  
                                             
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