| I am a girl with a forgettable face
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| No matter my colour, no matter my name
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| At work there is a boy and he treats me well
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| My old friends from high school,
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| I see them around
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| August is here I can’t believe how fast
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| Soon there will be winter and snow on the ground
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| Maybe by then I could get my own place
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| Closer to the city if that’s ok But Mamma, can you hear me?
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| As I dragged on my day’s last cigarette
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| He pulled me so hard off my Very own back door steps
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| And he laid me in his garden
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| All the years i’ve watched him tend
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| And then he took me, Mamma
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| So I could never tell you about it Inside of this moment there are
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| Things I wish I could know
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| Like my ring size, your ring size,
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| And the hour I was born
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| My dad’s middle name, your favourite song
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| Was your darkest day as dark as this one?
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| Mamma, can you hear me?
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| As I dragged on my day’s last cigarette
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| He pulled me so hard off my Very own back door steps
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| And he laid me in his garden
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| All the years i’ve watched him tend
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| He took me, Mamma
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| So I could never tell you about it Now I’m a girl who’s face they’ll never forget |