| We are not worthy to receive you,
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| We are the daughters and the sons,
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| We are the hand-me-down trousers,
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| The blazers and blouses,
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| And I have never owned,
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| A belt a suitable fits,
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| About our different hips,
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| I’ve grown as big as I can be,
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| As small as when you found me,
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| Humming ‘Bastards of Young'
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| Blessed Mother what a mess,
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| The broken ladder of success,
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| Holy Mary what a mess,
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| The broken ladder of success,
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| They wrote a letter to your parents,
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| They caught you kissing on the bus,
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| But when they asked you said nothing,
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| Those lines are not for crossing,
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| The damage has been done,
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| We are not worthy to receive you,
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| We are the daughters and the sons,
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| We are the second hand trousers,
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| Blazers and blouses,
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| Irredeemable ones. |