| If I washed my clothes and I combed my hair
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| Would you look at me the same
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| All this time I believed I had lost control but this doesn’t have a name
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| If I split down the middle and I worked real hard could I learn
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| To shut you out
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| People told us we were crazy and maybe they were right
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| But that’s not what this is about
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| Cause they’ve never lived without it
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| Never needed it so bad
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| That they’d sell out their whole family
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| For a taste
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| Well she treated you so fancy
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| Before she treated you so mean
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| But she made a good companion either way
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| Sitting in the snow while we trace our tracks
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| But we can’t go back again
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| I’m not your mother and you’re not a child
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| Honey we weren’t even friends
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| You were born into an ocean
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| I grew up in a swimming pool
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| Underneath the band aid colored pain
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| I had barely learned to hold you
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| I had barely spoke your name
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| When I began to love you without shame
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| But I’ll learn to live without it
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| Never loved it any way
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| And I’ll ride my plastic pony to the sun
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| Well they’re closing down the party
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| And they’re bringing heavy chains
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| But we’ll learn to love our freedom
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| From a cage |