| Old discarded broken doll,
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| whatever are you smiling for?
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| They left you alone again,
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| dirty face and half naked
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| for whoever wants a place in your broken heart.
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| In your store bought dreams that all looked so good
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| when you were in your teens
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| Somebody pick you up, dust you off
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| bring you to life.
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| Pretty broken baby,
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| pick you up, dust you off, bring you to life
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| I was such a lovely doll
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| they broke me and they left me on the shelf
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| sorry for myself I’d accepted
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| I’d never be more than broken plastic
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| with a broken heart
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| In my store bought dreams that all looked so good
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| when I was in my teens.
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| Somebody pick me up, dust me off
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| bring me to life,
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| Pretty broken baby,
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| pick me up, dust me off, bring me to life.
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| Well how long must we wait for love?
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| When all we’ve made is a waste of life
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| how long, how long, must we wait for love…
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| I found him, he was on the mend,
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| more broken than I’d ever been
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| then I shot him by surprise in the hear and
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| even though we were both discarded dolls
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| with broken hearts and store bought dreams
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| that all looked so good when we were in our teens,
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| Well we picked us up, dusted off,
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| brought us to life,
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| pretty broken babies,
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| picked us up, dusted off, brought us to life.
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| I was such a lovely doll… |