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Somewhere out in the heart of Suburbia |
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Flinching from the words |
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Somewhere out in the heart of suburbia |
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flinching from the words that could almost murder her |
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listen |
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It's the final day |
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Whatever boys say |
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girls don't cry |
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Whatever boys say |
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girls don't cry |
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She's wearing plaid and jeans |
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like a workman on the road |
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Hitching out west |
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with a personal stereo |
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playing |
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'Lay, lady, lay' |
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Whatever boys say |
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girls don't cry |
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Whatever boys say |
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girls don't cry |
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In her heart |
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she's not even a renegade |
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From the start |
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she knew why she would not be saved |
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All her instincts |
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lead a different way |
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In the pocket by her heart is a dog-eared polaroid |
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a picture of a girl with her arm round a boy who went missing |
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the final day |
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Whatever boys say |
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girls don't cry |
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Whatever boys say |
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girls don't cry |
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Whatever boys say |
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(I don't care what they say) |
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girls don't cry |
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Whatever boys say |
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(I don't care what they say) |
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girls don't cry |
