| You take your clothes off right after school
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| The tea is on, the flame is blue
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| You hope this won’t take all afternoon
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| The TV is waiting to talk to you
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| It’s your naked body on white velour
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| But there’s no feeling, just weight on you
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| You get nauseous now as he speaks to you
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| Such proper language for acts so cruel
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| He says «We all follow the rules
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| We can’t very well go and break them now, can we
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| For you
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| Your older sisters, I’ve had them too
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| But you’re my favorite, you know it’s true
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| You look like your mother, in that thin disguise
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| Your parting mouth, your shutting eyes
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| And the way that you hate me, and the length of your hair
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| It’s the reason I made you, it’s the bond that we share
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| You see we’re all trying to endure
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| You could easily go and make your own life somewhere
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| Couldn’t you?»
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| With the sun you rise but you keep your eyes shut
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| The alarm clock lies, get to school on time
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| Where you’re a bag of warm fluid
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| Where you’re the corpse in the class
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| You walk so near to the lockers
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| You lay so low in the grass
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| Did you get that coat from the principal
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| Did you get that bruise on the bus
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| You should wash your hair more
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| You should look more like us
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| I saw you walking once under powder blue skies
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| You looked cold still, your collar was high
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| And I tried to talk to you, but you walked right by
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| I don’t know which I said then, hello or goodbye
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| Or that we all want to be pure
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| But it isn’t a very easy thing now, is it
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| To do? |