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Just barely 20 with a slight frame |
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And a hunger for something that |
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I couldn't name |
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I went runnin', |
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I went runnin' |
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Running barefoot into the night... |
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I got hair the colour of a silk worms dream, |
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The prettiest little thing that you ever did see. |
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They come runnin', they come runnin' |
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Anything they can do, they clamour for me. |
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Ooh, it never changes. |
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But we carry the weight with us. |
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Ooh, it's a hard world. |
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It all seemed like such a long time ago, |
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They buried my story when they filled in that hole. |
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Nobody runnin', nobody runnin' |
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Nobody trying to explain. |
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I wanna wake in the woods beside the lake, |
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Just resting my head, in some moss covered glen |
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Ooh, it never changes |
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But we carry the weight with us |
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Ooh, it's a hard world |
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Motor oil colored hair & a white t-shirt, |
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Now tan, from the rust & the dirt. |
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Nobody calls for me, |
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Nobody hunts for me, |
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They don't seem to know |
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I'm gone. |
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The other girls and me, |
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Resting under this tree, |
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Are green with envy at the attention you draw. |
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Ooh, it never changes |
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But we carry the weight with us |
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Ooh, it's a hard world |
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For the little things |
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A hard wold, ooh |
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A hard world |
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For all the lost girls. |
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Remember me, remember me |
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Underneath this lonesome, awful tree |
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Let the roots & soil drink of me |
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Whispering leaves & pointing branches will tell them where |
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I'm lying... |
