| Grace is overworked and she’s just about to break down
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| Showed up late, now the boss is fucking let down
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| Treated like the trash that she’s paid to throw out
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| Another check skipped by a punk kid with a big mouth
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| She’s sent home, three kids in a townhouse
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| Bills are overdue, she’s never gonna cash out
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| Daddy skipped town, so she carries the weight
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| Tell me, who’s gonna put food on their plates?
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| You don’t give a goddamn
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| You’ve got blood on your hands
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| You don’t give a goddamn
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| Why can’t you just understand?
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| My cover’s not my story
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| Not everything’s so black and white
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| Black and white
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| My cover’s not my story
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| My cover’s not my story
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| Not everything’s so black and white
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| «Mary, come inside,» Mom and Dad always say
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| «Don't talk to the neighbors, stay away, stay away
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| They can’t relate to us 'cause they don’t pray like us»
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| Anyway, just go about your life, don’t inherit the hate
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| Now Mary’s 25, she grew up
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| Something’s screwed up
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| Mom don’t wanna talk and Dad already blew up
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| Can’t come home, the locks are changed
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| All because Mary wakes up next to Kate
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| You don’t give a goddamn
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| You’ve got blood on your hands
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| You don’t give a goddamn
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| Why can’t you just understand?
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| My cover’s not my story
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| Not everything’s so black and white
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| Black and white
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| My cover’s not my story
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| My cover’s not my story
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| Not everything’s so black and white, yeah
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| (My cover’s not my story
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| My cover’s not my story)
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| (My cover’s not my story
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| My cover’s not my story)
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| Turn the page before you burn the book
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| Take back the life you took
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| There’s more beneath the surface
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| There’s more beneath the surface
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| There’s more beneath the surface
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| There’s more beneath the surface |