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I am evening the score |
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I am cutting the umbilical cord |
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Curled with my teeth against my knees |
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I am scratching at my consciousness |
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Like a bitch with fleas |
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I think you'll be greatly pleased |
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To learn that yours was the hardest |
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Itch to relieve |
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This is me |
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Without my hair |
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Welcome to my open stare |
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I got nothing to hide no more |
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Why disguise what isn't there |
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I am an eyesore |
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I am a detour |
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You can find me crying on |
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The shoulder of the road |
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And i will tell you |
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What you want to hear |
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Before you go |
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And that is that |
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Yours was the hardest itch to relieve |
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Yours was the hardest itch to relieve |
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I've mapped out my course |
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Looks like it's all uphill |
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I've got a heavy heart to carry |
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But a very strong will |
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It's just hard to travel |
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In the shadow |
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Of regret |
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In fact it's so hard |
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That i haven't actually left yet |
