| These hand me downs I am wearing
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| Are worn at the knees, color faded… yeah
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| All the little children are laughing.
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| I’m trying to find a reason to keep from cryin'…yeah
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| I’m just a little girl,
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| I’m Rageddy Ann
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| Making Believe I’m happy, hey… Rageddy Ann
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| Falling apart at the seams.
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| The tears that I covered with patches
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| Red yellow paterns left in old matches, yeah
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| Where I have them sewn with black stiches
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| are made exposed to be soiled and tattered, hey.
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| I’m just a little girl
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| I’m Rageddy Ann
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| Making believe I’m happy, hey… Rageddy Ann
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| Falling apart at the seams…
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| So when did I get so broken?
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| I wouldn’t notice…
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| Everything just breaks away from me.
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| Hey! |
| When did I get so broken?
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| I wouldn’t notice…
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| Everything important leaving me.
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| Falling apart at the seams.
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| All the busy people keep walking away
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| Cause they can’t see me… anything…yeah.
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| Everyday it gets a little harder to believe in magic people, yeah.
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| I’m just a little girl
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| I’m Rageddy Ann
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| Making believe I’m happy, yeah… Rageddy Ann.
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| Falling apart at the seams. |