| It was a blind winter when she headed off
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| Written on her head was «failure to conform»
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| She had her left hand apon a stick but she had
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| Enough so she threw away her one way home
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| She said «I'm just another girl who wants to know
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| Just where you think it’s written down, this way
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| That we should go.» |
| She said «I'm just another girl
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| Who wants to know just where you think it’s
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| Written down, this way that we should go…»
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| It was a black winter night as she stumbled on
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| And with every step grew closer to the ground
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| She knew her one chance of living on was to strip
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| Away all the colours that were casting her astray
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| She said «I'm just another girl who wants to know
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| Just where you think it’s written down, this way
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| That we should go.» |
| She said «I'm just another girl
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| Who wants to know just where you think it’s
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| Written down, this way that we should go…»
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| So with a fever of 43 she surrendered there
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| Ready gor the world to take her as their own
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| But as she lay there the people stared as they
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| Carried on, feeling terrified of her stripped to the
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| Bone…
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| She said «I'm just another girl who wants to know
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| Just where you think it’s written down, this way
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| That we should go.» |
| She said «I'm just another girl
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| Who wants to know just where you think it’s
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| Written down, this way that we should go…» |