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And there were those films |
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Made in the Seventies where dolls ran through fields |
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Late at night, after men |
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His shirt is my dress |
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I lost my knees and hands |
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He drowned my make-up in the white sand |
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And I'm too tiny for a heart this big |
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It swells like an ocean |
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It's breaking the jail of ribs |
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And he said it won't hurt |
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And he said it won't hurt |
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And he said it won't hurt |
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A lie the size of the sky |
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And this hotel is dusty and he's locked the door |
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And the sea's gone so far out I can't see it anymore |
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I was baking when he kissed me |
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I put flour in his hair |
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He rolled me like a bottle, whispering wrong French in my ear |