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Do you remember what you wanted to be? |
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Do you remember how you use to feel? |
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Now you're pushed and shoved and made to fit the mould |
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Like a rounded peg, you're forced in a square hole |
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Run away now, Anastasia |
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And don't regret a thing |
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Run away now, Anastasia |
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You won't regret a thing |
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We use to talk about the consequences of love |
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And you use to move without surrender between the creaky bows |
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Where innocence is swept into the cold |
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You're a rounded peg but you're forced in square hole |
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Run away now, Anastasia |
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And don't regret a thing |
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Run away now, Anastasia |
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You won't regret a thing |
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Ask yourself, is this what you wanted? |
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Ask yourself, is this what you want? |
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Leave it all and go... |
