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She's a pistol with a loaded gun
Cocked and raised in the morning sun
Taking aim at all the men
Who would try to reign her in
She's a feminist flamethrower
Unrepentant whistleblower
A bulldozer to the system
And she's on the move again

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The world is dying
While you're sitting on the fence
The glow of hope grows dim
She's the ember
That will light the fire again

Full of righteous rage and passion
A political assassin
Like a missile on the breeze
To bring rich white men to their knees
She could crush or raise a nation
Make them fawn in adoration
And she won't back down to headlines
Or make false apologies

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We're pointing fingers
While the walls are caving in
The glow of hope grows dim
She's the ember
That will light the fire again

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The ship is sinking, panic starting to set in
But risking life and limb
My life preserver
My own private heroine