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She used to clean up nicely, play dress up |
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Now she's throwing her clothes away, says she needs the added space |
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She used to walk on concrete, now the sidewalk |
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Isn't green enough for her, says she misses |
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Mother Earth |
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She keeps on telling me, i'm not made for this |
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So they never give you the time of day but do you really care |
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Oh no, i don't buy it for a second |
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Now you say you're finished up with the finer life of trawlers and yet |
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Oh no, i don't buy it for a second |
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Now you say you can't find the time to figure out you left ammends |
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Oh no, i don't buy it for a second |
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Now you say you want peace and quiet but could you really stand |
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Before your halcyon days were numbered |
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Weather would become dark sects as, in the desert |
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You don't choke on the winter's end, and the sky isn't even there |
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You don't need to leave the house when, it's a palace |
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And there's no one to offend, take a walk every now and then |
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She keeps on telling me, i'm not made for this |
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So they never give you the time of day but do you really care |
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Oh no, i don't buy it for a second |
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Now you say you're finished up with the finer life of trawlers and yet |
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Oh no, i don't buy it for a second |
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Now you say you can't find the time to figure out you left ammends |
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Oh no, i don't buy it for a second |
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Now you say you want peace and quiet but could you really stand |
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Before your halcyon days were numbered, that's another, old problem |
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Spin me on your mirror |
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The other side looks greener |
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Write it on blue paper |
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Think about it later |
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Spin me on your mirror |
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The other side looks greener |
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Write it on blue paper |
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Think about it later |
