| I was named after my grandmothers in the tradition of my family
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| I was born after my stillborn sister
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| Romantic idealistic lies euphemize as fantasy
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| But the water always bursts first from the blister
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| Iridescent light leads down a path
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| That’s left me miserable at times
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| With my heart in my throat still beating, still beating
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| Amelia, please don’t go
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| Just stay
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| Don’t go
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| Amelia, please don’t go
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| Just stay
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| Don’t go
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| Don’t go
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| I remember the first time that I felt
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| The cool breeze upon my face
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| I didn’t understand it at the time
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| But the calling of adventure and my heart’s increasing pace
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| It was the ticker tape that I could not deny
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| Deny
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| I’ll cut my hair short
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| And I’ll sleep in my jacket so it appears worn
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| Oh, I’m no baggage
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| No willing passenger
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| Those women who came before me
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| Ain’t nothing like me, sir
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| Ain’t nothing like me
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| So this time I’ll do it, I’ll do it on my own
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| This time I’m going out alone
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| So this time I’ll do it, I’ll do it on my own
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| This time I’m going out alone
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| Amelia, please don’t go
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| Just stay
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| Don’t go
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| Amelia, please don’t go
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| Just stay
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| Don’t go
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| I can hear their pleas and cries falling far behind me
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| Succeed or fail, this is who I’m to become
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| 7,000 miles of ocean stand between me and my destiny
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| Somewhere beyond it or inside it
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| Women must pay for everything
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| Women must pay for everything
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| They do get more glory than men for comparable tasks
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| But they also get more notoriety when they crash
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| When they crash |