| Brandon wants to cut her hair
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| But she’s scared, but she’s scared
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| But she’s scared, but she’s scared
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| But she’s scared
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| She really likes the girl in the black
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| They cut themselves on blades of grass
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| She really likes the girl in the black
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| They cut themselves on blades of grass
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| She won’t call you names
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| You won’t have to be afraid, honey
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| She won’t call you names
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| And you won’t have to be afraid at all
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| She’s such an outdoors-man
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| She kissed her out of boredom
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| And left her out of sorts
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| When she took it with a grain of salt
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| 'Cause Brandon really understands
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| Just what it means
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| To be a man
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| Oh I think she really understands
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| Just what it means to be a man
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| She won’t call you names
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| You won’t have to be afraid, honey
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| She won’t call you names
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| And you won’t have to be afraid at all
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| So find the one you love
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| And tell 'em that you do
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| And try to be yourself
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| I know that that’s confusing
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| When everybody picks a side:
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| A divorce, a divorce
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| A divorce, a divorce
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| A divorce
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| I finally saw the blue in your eyes
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| At the morgue, at the morgue |
| At the morgue, at the morgue
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| At the morgue
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| Oh, I finally saw the blue in in your eyes
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| At the morgue
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| At the morgue
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| At the morgue |