| Just the thought
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| Of our bed
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| Makes me crumble like the plaster
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| Where you punched the wall beside my head
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| And i try
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| To draw the line
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| But it ends up running down the middle of me
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| Most of the time
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| Boys get locked up in some prison
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| Girls get locked up in some house
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| And it don’t matter if it’s a warden
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| Or a lover
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| Or a spouse
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| You just can’t talk to 'em
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| You just can’t reason
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| You just can’t leave
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| And you just can’t please 'emi was locked
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| Into being my mother’s daughter
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| I was just eating bread and water
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| Thinking
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| Nothing ever changes
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| And i was shocked
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| To see the mistakes of each generation
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| Will just fade like a radio station
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| If you drive out of range
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| If you’re not angry
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| You’re just stupid
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| Or you don’t care
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| How else can you react
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| When you know
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| Something’s so unfair
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| The men of the hour
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| Can kill half the world in war
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| Make them slaves to a super power
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| And let them die poor
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| I was locked
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| Into being my mother’s daughter
|
| I was just eating bread and water
|
| Thinking
|
| Nothing ever changes
|
| And i was shocked
|
| To see the mistakes of each generation
|
| Will just fade like a radio station
|
| If you drive out of range
|
| Just the thought
|
| Of our bed
|
| Makes me crumble like the plaster
|
| Where you punched the wall beside my bed
|
| And i try
|
| To draw the line
|
| But it ends up running down the middle of me
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| Most of the time
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| Baby i love you
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| That’s why i’m leaving
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| There’s no talking to you
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| And there’s no pleasing you
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| And i care enough
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| That i’m mad
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| That half the world don’t even know
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| What they could have had
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| I was locked
|
| Into being my mother’s daughter
|
| I was just eating bread and water
|
| Thinking
|
| Nothing ever changes
|
| And i was shocked
|
| To see the mistakes of each generation
|
| Will just fade like a radio station
|
| If you drive out of range |