What right have I?
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You are not mine
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Nor will you ever be
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I need not try
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To read your sign
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You don¡¯t belong to me
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I should not care
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How you behave
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What difference does it make?
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Perhaps someday
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You will grow brave
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And from this sleep awake
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But when you do
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It will not then
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Be caused by what I say
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But by one who,
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Like other men,
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Holds you within her sway
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And as I claim
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No place within
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The life you choose to live
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I¡¯ll stay the same
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As I have been
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And all your faults forgive
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Perhaps I own
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The privileged place
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For worry I need not
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I may condone,
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Reprove with grace,
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And still remain unfraught
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With jealousies
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And petty cares
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And all that love demands
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So as you please
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I¡¯ll save my prayers
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And better use my hands
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But why all this?
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As I have said,
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It matters not to me
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What right have I?
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You are not mine
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Nor will you ever be
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What Right Have I
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Emilie Autumn |