| As she falls down and hurts her head
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| She’s lying still but she’s not dead
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| Awakens slowly, sees a picture of herself
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| On the wall as she gets up
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| Straightens her dress and calls me up
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| She says: 'I know now, I am whole now. |
| Can you come?'
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| In your room where both of you are talking
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| Your good side and your bad
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| Discussing who has better hair
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| In your space, I hear four feet walking
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| And there are two more knocking
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| In case you’re wondering
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| I’m still on your side
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| As she embraces all of me
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| I want her only to need me
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| It doesn’t matter what I tell her because she changes
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| Her mind before she speaks
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| And tends to talk before she thinks
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| But how I love her
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| I know there’s truth for you somewhere
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| If I were wise I’d take you there
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| But I’m not, at least not yet
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| So I’ll be watching you instead
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| In your room, in your room
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| In your room, I can wander around forever
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| And I recognize the color of the walls that we painted
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| In your chair that I broke because I was careless
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| I can sit and watch you dance around
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| My words are spoken, I am on your side
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| My words are spoken, I am on your side
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| In your room, in your room |