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Well I must have saw a girl |
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Who looked like myself |
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White cheeked and bleak |
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Knowing all the answers |
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Your freckles remind that a God is kind |
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White cheeked and bleak |
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Knowing all the answers |
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And is it a problem |
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When you see through everything |
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But candy spills upon it |
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When the lip suggests the mourning |
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There's no cat upon your bed |
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And no Mom to pet your head |
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Sometimes i think of how nice it would be |
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To pop out of the Womb again |
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To be fresh and white again |
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Sometimes I think of how nice it would be |
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To take a nap |
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Without feeling I wasted my day again |
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See what's going on |
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Left my conscience |
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Suffocation |
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See the mad side in my bald eyes |
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Left my conscience |
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In quotations |
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Said just what they wanted to |
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Say it isn't true |
