| They pull up their chairs to the table
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| She stares at the food on her plate
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| At the toast and the butter, her father and mother
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| She pushes away
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| And they rise in the morning
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| And they sleep in the dark
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| And even though nobody’s looking
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| She’s falling apart
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| She gets home from school too early
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| And closes the door to her room
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| There’s nothing inside her
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| She’s weak and she’s tired of feeling like this
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| And they rise in the morning
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| And they sleep in the dark
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| And even though nobody’s looking
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| She’s falling apart
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| They call her for dinner, she makes up a reason
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| She looks at her arms and she rolls down her sleeves
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| And her mother is starting to see through her lies
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| And last night her father had tears in his eyes
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| And they rise in the morning
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| And they sleep in the dark
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| And even though nobody’s looking
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| She’s falling apart
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| And we rise in the morning
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| And we sleep in the dark
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| And even though nobody’s looking
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| She’s falling apart |