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Zinadelphia
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Rumor has it there's a new edition
All the fantasy that's fit to print
I never saw myself within that vision
Maybe that's the catalyst
I've been having trouble talking 'bout it
I keep going out to check the mail
Wanna cancel my subscription
But I know I never will
No mother could bear to hear
You insult the Creator
A body crafted for years and years
You say that you hate it
She doesn't look like me
And I wanna fix it
It's inspiration
But I know I'll let it kill me
All hail the magazine
It's not an addiction
It's motivation
But I know I'll let it kill me
I wish I could pick up a phone and call her
And say, "God, are you there?"
Thinking maybe I would come out smaller
If I said a little prayer
But the pages show no mercy
You bear the fruit, so you pay the cost
Of kneeling in the bathroom stall
Until you see the beauty in the body you lost (You lost)
No mother could bear to hear
You insult the Creator
She made you in her image
Now the reason you love her is the reason you hate her
She doesn't look like me
And I wanna fix it
It's inspiration
But I know I'll let it kill me
All hail the magazine
It's not an addiction
It's motivation
But I know I'll let it kill me
I'll let it kill me
I'll let it kill me
La-la-la-la, ah, ah
Oh-ah-ah-ah
Ooh, oh-oh-oh
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