| The name that I have doesn’t belong to me
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| And there’s only a circle left where his ring used to be
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| I’d like to go back to what I was once before
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| But I’m nobody’s little girl any more
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| What do I keep
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| What do I throw away
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| How am I different
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| What was I yesterday
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| What can I be tomorrow
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| When I can’t even think of today
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| How can I ever end my sorrow
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| When the night doesn’t end with the day
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| When I look around everything seems so strange
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| And I don’t need a mirror to tell me how much I’ve changed
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| The things I never thought I could do I have done
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| But I’m too weak to stop and much too frightened to run
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| What do I keep
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| What do I throw away
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| How am I different
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| What was I yesterday
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| And what can I be tomorrow
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| When I can’t even think of today
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| How can I ever end my sorrow
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| When the night doesn’t end with the day
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| What do I keep
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| What do I throw away
|
| How am I different
|
| What was I yesterday
|
| And what can I be tomorrow
|
| When I can’t even think of today
|
| How can I ever end my sorrow
|
| When the night doesn’t end with the day
|
| When the night doesn’t end with the day
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| What do I keep
|
| What do I throw away
|
| How am I different
|
| What was I yesterday
|
| And what can I be tomorrow
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| When I can’t even think of today
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| How can I ever end my sorrow |