| She thinks life is fair and God hears every prayer
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| And everyone gets their ever after
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| She thinks love is love, and if you work hard that’s enough
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| Skin is just skin and it doesn’t matter
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| And that her friends older brother is gonna keep his hands to himself
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| And that somebody’s gonna believe her when she tells
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| But what are you gonna tell her when she’s wrong?
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| Will you just shrug and say it’s been that way all along?
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| What are you gonna tell her when she figures out
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| That all this time you built her up just so the world can let her down?
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| Yeah, what do you tell her, what are you gonna tell her?
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| Do you just let her pretend that she can be the president?
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| Would it help us get there any faster?
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| Do you let her think the deck’s not stacked
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| And gay or straight or white or black
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| You just dream and anything can happen?
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| What are you gonna tell her when she’s wrong?
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| Will you just shrug and say it’s been that way all along?
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| What are you gonna tell her when she figures out
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| That all this time you built her up just so the world can let her down?
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| Yeah, what do you tell her, what are you gonna tell her?
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| Do you tell her not to fight?
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| Is it worth the sacrifice
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| Can you look her in the face and promise her that things will change?
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| What are you gonna tell her?
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| Maybe you can’t, 'cause there ain’t a way you can explain what you don’t
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| understand
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| What the hell do you tell her?
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| What the hell do you tell her, oh?
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| What are you gonna tell her?
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| What are you gonna tell her? |