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Just the thought of our bed |
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Makes me crumble like the plaster |
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Where you punched the wall beside my bed |
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And I try to draw the line |
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But it ends up running down the middle of me |
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Most of the time |
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Boys get locked up in some prison |
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Girls get locked up in some house |
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And it don't matter if it's a warden or a lover or a spouse |
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You just can't talk to 'em |
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You just can't reason |
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You just can't leave |
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And you just can't please 'em |
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I was locked |
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Into being my mother's daughter |
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I was just eating bread and water |
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Thinking nothing ever changes |
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And I was shocked |
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To see the mistakes of each generation |
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Will just fade like a radio station |
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If you drive out of range |
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If you're not angry |
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You're just stupid |
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Or you don't care |
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How else can you react |
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When you know |
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Something's so unfair |
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The men of the hour |
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Can kill half the world in war |
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Make them slaves to a super power |
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And let them die poor |
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I was locked |
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Into being my mother's daughter |
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I was just eating bread and water |
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Thinking nothing ever changes |
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And I was shocked |
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To see the mistakes of each generation |
|
Will just fade like a radio station |
|
If you drive out of range |
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Just the thought of our bed |
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Makes me crumble like the plaster |
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Where you punched the wall beside my bed |
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And I try to draw the line |
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But it ends up running down the middle of me |
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Most of the time |
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Baby I love you |
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That's why I'm leaving |
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There's no talking to you |
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And there's no pleasing you |
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And I care enough |
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That I'm mad |
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That half the world don't even know |
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What they could have had |
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I was locked |
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Into being my mother's daughter |
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I was just eating bread and water |
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Thinking nothing ever changes |
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And I was shocked |
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To see the mistakes of each generation |
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Will just fade like a radio station |
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If you drive out of range |