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Dead end girl on the outside looking in |
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On a dead end world in which she cannot live |
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And she'd love to leave for some place all alone |
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And she'd love to live |
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Far from every face or name she's ever known |
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No, I can't say I blame her |
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No, I can't say I blame her |
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My, oh my dead end girl |
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My, oh my |
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Dead end girl made a promise to herself |
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That this dead end world would be forced to eat itself |
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At gun point |
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No, I can't say I blame her |
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No, how can you blame her? |
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My, oh my dead end girl |
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My, oh my |
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Dead end girl on the outside looking in |
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On a dead end world |
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One of which she cannot live |
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And she'd love to leave for someplace nice and cold |
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And she'd love to live far from me or anyone she's ever known |
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My dead end girl |
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But then I stopped and took a picture |
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I found myself looking in it |
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Found myself drowning in it |
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Lost myself for a minute |
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The same face in the same mirror |
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With his eyes a little clearer |
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We watched the reflection standing |
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This is only the beginning |
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My dead end girl |
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My dead end girl |
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No, dead end girl |
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No, dead end girl |
