| that girl knows where she doesn’t go in the river with the rest of the bones
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| under the water under the stones
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| away from the parties and the telephones
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| until I’m gone, until I’m dead
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| I’ll be making a wish on this empty head
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| maybe I should just go to bed
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| or try to pray or something instead
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| that girl knows where she doesn’t belong
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| under the ground where the days are long
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| under the round earth’s revolution song
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| looking up through the dirt at right and wrong
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| until I’m gone, until I’m dead
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| I’ll be making a wish on this empty head
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| maybe I should just go to bed
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| or try to pray or something instead
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| i want everything you do don’t tell me you don’t think that it’s true
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| i can do anything you can do don’t tell me you think that i’m rude
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| cause i do anything you do don’t tell me that i’m rude
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| i want everything you do don’t tell me you think that i’m rude
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| that girl knows where she wants to go out on the river in a little life boat
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| out on the castle’s muddy moat
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| and through the walls with the rest of the ghosts
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| until I’m gone, until I’m dead
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| I’ll be making a wish on this empty head
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| maybe I should just go to bed
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| or try to pray or something instead
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| i want everything you do don’t tell me you don’t think that it’s true
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| i can do anything you can do don’t tell me you think that i’m rude
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| cause i do anything you do don’t tell me that i’m rude
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| i want everything you do don’t tell me you think that i’m rude
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| i can do anything you can do don’t tell me you don’t think that it’s true
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| i do anything you do don’t tell me that i’m rude
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| don’t tell me that i’m rude |