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When I was a little girl |
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I felt so alone |
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Quiet country house that |
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I had to call home |
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Living with a couple of foulks, rich millionaires |
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Sat on their money |
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Lord it seemed they didn't care |
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Finally we moved to our own place |
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Where I could walk around with a smile on my face |
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And I knew in order to make a stand |
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I had to pull up my roots and move on in this land |
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I'm gonna move away from here |
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You can find me if you want to go there |
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I'm gonna move away from here |
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You can find me if you want to go there |
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Came to a school in the big city |
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Looked around at the lights and |
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I thought they were pretty |
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They told me and teached me to live by their rules |
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So I wouldn't be nobody's fool |
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I found out, not too long |
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Their rules wouldn't let me sing my song |
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I know in order to make a stand |
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I had to pull up my roots and move on in this land |
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I'm gonna move... |
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I'm gonna move... |
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Then I joined the college ranks |
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There they said they'd teach me how to think |
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Gave me books to read and papers to write |
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They didn't know that this girl's come to fight |
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But I found out after a while |
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Reading those books was making me lose my smile |
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And I knew in order to not conceal |
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I had to play music and express what |
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I feel I'm gonna move... |
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I'm gonna move... |