| Afraid of imperfection
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| She tip toes
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| Under a stranger’s roof
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| Sick with insecurities
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| She doesn’t dare claim a place
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| An uninvited guest
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| She accepts her fate
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| I’m doomed to be inferior
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| But I lack the gift of obedience
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| People say
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| I am foolish to bury
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| These fallen flowers
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| But who knows
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| When the time comes
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| Who will bury me
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| When the time comes
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| When the time comes
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| The shadow of a crane
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| Travels over frozen pond
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| She buries the soul of her poetry
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| Under a cold cold moon
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| Buries the soul of her poetry
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| Under a cold cold moon
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| As the coughing clouds roll in, roll in
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| Betrothed to the coughing clouds
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| As the coughing clouds roll in, roll in
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| Betrothed to the coughing clouds |