| «while john is setting up the amp…
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| What happened to me was that i was living as an artist and, who had relative
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| freedom
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| As a woman and was considered the bitch in the society.
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| Since i met john, i was upgraded into a witch and i was… and i think that
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| that’s
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| very flattering.
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| Anyway, what i learned from being with john is that the society solely treated
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| me as
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| a woman, as a woman who belonged to a man who is one of the most powerful
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| people in
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| our generation, and some of his closest friends told me that probably i should
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| stay
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| in the background, i should shut up, i should give up my work and that way i’ll
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| be
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| happy.
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| And i got those advises, i was luck, i was over thirty and it was too late for
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| me to
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| change,
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| But still, still, this is one thing i want to say, sisters, because,
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| with the wish
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| that you know
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| You’re not alone, i… because the whole society started to attack me and the
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| whole
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| society wished me dead, i started accumulating a tremendous amount of guilt
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| complex
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| and in result of that i started to stutter. |
| and i consider myself a very
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| eloquent
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| woman and also an attractive woman all my life and suddenly, because i was
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| associated to john, that was considered an ugly woman, ugly jap, who took your
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| monument or something away from you.
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| And that’s when i realised how hard it is for woman, if i can start to stutter,
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| being a strong woman and having lived thirty years by then, learn to stutter in
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| three years of being treated as such, it is a very hard road.
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| Now the next song is called «coffin car» and this is a song that i
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| observed in myself and also in many sisters who are riding on coffin cars.
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| Okay
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| Coffin car, she’s riding a coffin car,
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| She likes to ride a coffin car.
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| People watching her with tender eyes,
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| Friends whispering in kindly words,
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| Children running, waving hands,
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| Telling each other, how pretty she is.
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| Coffin car, she’s riding a coffin car,
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| She likes to ride a coffin car.
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| Friends making ways for the first time,
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| People throwing kisses for the first time,
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| Showering flowers, ringing bells,
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| Telling each other, how nice she is.
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| Coffin car, she likes to ride a coffin car,
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| She’s riding a coffin car.
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| Wives showing tears for the first time,
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| Husbands taking their hats off for the first time,
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| Crushing their handkerchiefs, rubbing their nose,
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| Telling each other, how good she is.
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| Half the world is dead anyway,
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| The other half is asleep.
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| And life is killing her,
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| Telling her to join the dead.
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| So ev’ry day, she likes to ride a coffin car,
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| A flower covered coffin car,
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| Pretending she was dead.
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| Coffin car,
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| A flower covered coffin car,
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| A flower covered coffin car,
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| A flower covered coffin car. |