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I'll take this room |
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She's looking to start anew and dispose of her traits, |
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Washing her hands of tomorrow 'cause she knows it'll be the same. |
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I'll meet a new face, |
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One that can show me a trace of a change in me |
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And smother the shadow that I form |
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In a blanket of harmony. |
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I'm a stranger here, |
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Oh dear, |
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What now? |
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She never wanted to be |
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A leaf on the family tree, |
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Walking a road that will lead |
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To a place she has already seen. |
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So bare, so bold, |
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She feels the rush of the night |
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With no baggage to tow |
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And no sign of a trail behind. |
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As the roots of your tree |
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Are relying as ever to feed off what you seek. |
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How long until the roots break? |
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The roots break |
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How long before the shame? |
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Before the shame |
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How long until she surrenders to the boy with no name? |
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I'm a stranger here, |
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Oh dear, |
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What now? |
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She never wanted to be |
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A leaf on the family tree, |
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Taking a road that will lead |
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To a life she had already seen. |
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With the curtains drawn, |
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She feels the kick of the night. |
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With no rogue to hold, |
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Your unborn's kicking the life |
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Out of you, as you scream, |
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Fearing what the night delivers when you sleep. |
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Mother's got you in your dreams, |
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Mother's got you in your dreams, |
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Mother's got you in your dreams, |
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Mother's got you in your dreams, |
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Mother's got you in your dreams, |
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It's okay. |