| Do you remember what you wanted to be?
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| Do you remember how you use to feel?
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| Now you’re pushed and shoved and made to fit the mould
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| Like a rounded peg, you’re forced in a square hole
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| Run away now, Anastasia
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| And don’t regret a thing
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| Run away now, Anastasia
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| You won’t regret a thing
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| We use to talk about the consequences of love
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| And you use to move without surrender between the creaky bows
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| Where innocence is swept into the cold
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| You’re a rounded peg but you’re forced in square hole
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| Run away now, Anastasia
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| And don’t regret a thing
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| Run away now, Anastasia
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| You won’t regret a thing
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| Ask yourself, is this what you wanted?
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| Ask yourself, is this what you want?
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| Leave it all and go… |