| Pressed between the pages
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| There’s a flower that remembers who she was
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| When she said, «I do» she did
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| But these days, she wonders if she does
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| She wouldn’t trade it but she misses life before she was a misses
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| In a studio apartment week to week
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| She left tired on a wall in Oklahoma
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| Naive enough to think that she could be more than just her last name
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| The house, the car, the trust fund
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| More than just a Christmas party plus one
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| More than just a trophy walking on a treadmill
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| That mind of her own is barely in her head still
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| She never thought she’d change
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| More than just her last name
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| He promised her the moon
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| But no one told her what the moon was gonna cost
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| The slipper and the dress still fit
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| But somewhere in the story, she got lost
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| Sometimes the fairy tale it doesn’t end so very well
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| Heavy is the head that wears the crown
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| Everybody wants to be her, they look but they don’t see her
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| When she became his wife she thought she’d found
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| More than just her last name
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| Sometimes picture perfect is so perfect that it hurts
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| Getting what you want is both a blessing and a curse
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| Oh she don’t wanna leave, she just wants to be worth
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| More than just her last name
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| Oh, more than just her last name
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| Oh, more than just her last name |