| Adopting Sarah’s heart
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| Was never gonna be easy
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| With an angel tattoo sinking beneath her belt
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| Sarah
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| And the dirty blonde sea-water
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| Sea-water gushing down
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| Chewing fingernails in her shit-eating grin
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| Sarah
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| They cut out her heart when
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| She was a little girl
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| And in the fishing boat she thought
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| She saw the shadow of God
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| Sarah
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| He didn’t smile at her and she decided
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| He never came at all
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| And when she died, she was going nowhere
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| Nowhere, nowhere
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| Sarah, I want to be like you
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| Sarah
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| You know sometimes I want to live like you
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| Sarah
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| So I know how it feels not to feel
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| Adopting Sarah’s heart
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| Was never gonna be easy
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| Changing from black to blonde to black to blonde
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| Sarah
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| But on the dirty tarmac of The tarmac of a melting motorway
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| She gave me her clothes and told me to take her place, her place
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| Sarah, I want to be like you
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| Sarah
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| You know sometimes I want to live like you
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| Sarah
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| So I know how it feels not to feel
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| Sarah, I want to be like you
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| Sarah
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| You know sometimes I want to live like you
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| Sarah
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| So I know how it feels not to feel |