| The world waits for you when
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| And the dawn breaks for you when
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| And the media will watch
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| And she will change her mind
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| I tried to win for you when
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| I shed my skin for you when
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| I loved you like my own
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| I fed you like a child
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| I stay in bed and feed the day
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| With my imagination, honey
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| Falling through the cracks in people’s kindness
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| And the world won’t step aside
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| I tried to make you want me
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| I left my home at seventeen
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| But everywhere I looked I saw
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| Another me
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| And we are the invisibles
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| Plain and lonely
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| It’s funny how it’s always out of reach
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| I hear the wood pigeons and
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| I call my father in and
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| He sits and hears me sing
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| But never wonders why
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| Why do I call out in the night
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| He found the photos set alight
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| Everything about her
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| Makes me want to smile
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| I’ll stay in bed and feed the day
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| With my polite conversation, father
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| Papering the cracks in others' silence
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| But I still won’t step aside
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| I tried to make her want me
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| I tried to play her politics
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| But every step I took
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| I had to swallow this
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| That we are the invisibles
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| Strange and lonely
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| It’s funny how it’s always out of reach
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| It’s funny how it’s always out of reach
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| It’s funny how the world is out of reach |