Good Girl

When I was a young girl,
 I gave my whole heart to the highest
 Punished myself when I went astray
 Begged to be molded back into place
 Then I came into the real world
 And I never struggled with loneliness,
 It was just impossible to break my habits
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 Shout out to your model American
 Tried so hard to be not fucked up
 Played by the rules like it mattered
 Now I don't even know what's right
 If I could be born again,
 Give me a god that's been just made up
 Say that he gives a decision
 So I don't have to be the good girl
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 As I'm lookin' back on my life,
 I see I always tried to fake some edge
 As if my black make-up could cover up
 The cleanest parts of my conscience
 I always stayed away from guilt
 Or anything that could provide it,
 Couldn't live with the chance of being convicted
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 The good girl, always the good girl,
 What will it take to make me break?