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just the thought |
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of our bed |
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makes me crumble like the plaster |
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where you punched the wall beside my head |
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and i try |
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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 |
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or a lover |
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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 |
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nothing ever changes |
|
and i was shocked |
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to see the mistakes of each generation |
|
will just fade like a radio station |
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when you drive |
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you just gotta drive |
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you just gotta drive |
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out of range |
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'cause if you're not angry |
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then you're just stupid |
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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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when 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 |
|
yeah i was locked |
|
into being my mother's daughter |
|
i was just eating bread and water |
|
thinking |
|
nothing ever changes |
|
and i was shocked |
|
to see the mistake of each generation |
|
will just fade like a radio station |
|
when you drive |
|
you just gotta drive |
|
you just gotta drive |
|
out of range |
|
just the thought |
|
of our bed |
|
makes me crumble like the plaster |
|
where you punched the wall beside my head |
|
and i try |
|
to draw the line |
|
but it ends up running down the middle of me |
|
most of the time |
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and baby i love you |
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that's why i'm leaving |
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there's just no talking to you |
|
there's just no pleasing you |
|
and i care enough |
|
that i'm mad |
|
that half the world don't even know |
|
what they coulda had |
|
yeah i was locked |
|
into being my mother's daughter |
|
i was just eating bread and water |
|
thinking |
|
nothing ever changes |
|
and i was shocked |
|
to see the mistake of each generation |
|
will just fade like a radio station |
|
when you drive |
|
you just gotta drive |
|
you just gotta drive drive drive drive drive drive |
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drive out of range |
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ohhh, out of range |
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out of range |
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out of range |
