| I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years
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| I am made to eat this horrid porridge
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| They box me on the ears
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| How often I vow to flee, to go
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| But this is the only home I know
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| My stammered speech, my one suitcase
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| My Orphanage, My hateful place
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| Like that case, this place I carry
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| Inside of me
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| It’s not so very heavy for a stocky child
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| They said my mama’s loose
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| They said she was wild
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| Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw
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| My strange and puffy moon-like face
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| My Orphanage
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| My hateful place
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| My stringy hair, my lack of grace
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| My Orphanage
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| My hateful place
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| I could have been lucky like them
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| Happy families
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| Look in my
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| Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see:
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| The downcast glance, the empty embrace
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| Of my orphanage
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| My hateful place
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| I’m an evil thing
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| I am way full of something
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| That was left by the side of the road
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| I am chipped, curly-lipped
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| Never any kindness was shown
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| No one else is here
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| My Orphanage, My Dear
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| It’s in me. |
| It’s a part
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| My Orphanage, My Heart |