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Virginia is almost sleeping |
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The night is getting older |
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There's static on the |
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TVShe's lying on the sofa |
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The cats crawl over her |
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Jenny is in the garage |
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She's got the car in neutral |
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She rolls it out so quietly |
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It's Saturday as usual |
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It always is |
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And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook' |
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Cause my hand thinks |
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I'm an artist |
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But my heart knows |
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I'm a poet |
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It's just words they mean so little to me, so little to me, so little to me |
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So little to me, so little to me, so little to me, so little to me |
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That I can't seem to deal with total trust |
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There is something very wrong with me |
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Daddy's in the backyard |
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His hands are getting dirty |
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And mom is in the kitchen |
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And her cake says that |
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I'm thirteen |
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Another year |
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My brother went to college |
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To become a doctor |
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And if he studies hard enough |
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He'll end up just like father |
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Who hates his life |
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And me I'm in the bathroom |
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Cryin' out my eyelids, 'cause it's hard to be a man |
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When you are scared just like a little kid |
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World's become a little too mean, a little too mean, a little too mean |
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A little too mean, a little too mean, a little too mean |
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And I can't see the point of patient love |
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When everyone just wants to get fucked |
