| I stopped talking when I was six years old
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| I didn’t want anything more to do with the outside world
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| I was happy being quiet
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| But of course they wouldn’t leave me alone
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| My parents tried every trick in the book
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| From speech therapists to child psychologists
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| They even tried bribery
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| I could have anything, as long as I said it out loud
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| Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
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| Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
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| Of course this episode didn’t last forever
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| I’d made my point and it was time to move on
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| To peel away the next layer of deceit
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| And see what new surprises lay in store
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| My school report said I showed no interest
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| «A disruptive influence»
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| I felt sorry for them in a way
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| And when they finally expelled me
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| It didn’t mean a thing
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| Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
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| Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
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| At that time she stopped what she was doing
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| She stopped playing, she stared, she had the facial grimacing
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| And then the psychiatrist was saying
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| «Julie, Julie, can you hear me?
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| Can you open your eyes?
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| Can you stick out your tongue?»
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| And all of a sudden, Julie struck out
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| The November day I came home
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| The Christmas decorations were already up
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| Spray on snow, coloured flashing lights
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| And an artificial tree that played Silent Night
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| Over and over again
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| My parents welcomed me with loving arms
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| But within an hour were back at each others throats
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| Normal, happy childhood back on course
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| Batteries not included
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| Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
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| Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
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| Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
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| Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it |