If there was a question about my intentions,
I’ll tell ya
I’m not here to sell ya
Or tell you to go to hell
(I’m not a brat like that)
I’m like a puzzle
but all of my pieces are jagged
If you can understand this,
we can make some magic,
I’m wrong like that

I wanna fly,
I wanna drive,
I wanna go
I wanna be a part of something I don’t know
And if you try to hold me back I might explode
Baby, by now you should know

I can’t be tamed
I can’t be tamed
I can’t be blamed
I can’t, can’t, I can’t, can’t be tamed
I can’t be changed
I can’t be tamed
I can’t be, can’t, I can’t be tamed

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Blowing The Whistle

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