| She comes out on Fridays every time
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| Stands out in a line
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| I could have been anyone she’d seen
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| She waits another week to fall apart
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| She couldn’t make another day
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| I wish it was anyone but me I could have been anyone you see
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| She had something breakable just under her skin
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| American girls are weather and noise
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| Playing the changes for all of the boys
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| Holding a candle up to my hands
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| Making me feel so incredible
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| She comes out of closets every night
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| But then she locks herself away
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| Where she could keep everything from me I could have been anyone you see
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| She’s nothing but porcelain under-neath her skin
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| American girls are weather and noise
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| Playing the changes for all of the boys
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| Holding a candle right up to my hand
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| Making me feel so incredible
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| Little shiver shaking me everyday
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| But I could get this same thing anywhere
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| So if she goes away
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| Well it’s alright and I’m ok Hey, she said come back again tonight
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| I said I might I might I might
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| She said well that’s alright
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| If it’s alright, it’s alright with you
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| If it’s alright if it’s alright with me I waited for an hour last Friday night
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| She never came around
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| She took almost everything from me
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| I’m going through my closets
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| Trying on her clothes, almost everyday
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| She could give anyone but me I wish it was anyone but me Nothing but pins and ashes under my skin
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| American girls are weather and noise
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| Playing the changes for all of the boys |