| Pulling on my collar
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| and flossing with the thread
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| with a needle in her fingers
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| and a needle in her head
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| I just had to stand still
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| but its harder than it seems
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| bringing out the shoulders
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| cuz they’re ripping at the seams
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| Bringing out out the shoulders
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| cuz they’re ripping at the seams
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| How much longer
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| will I have to wonder
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| How much longer
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| I just want to go home
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| Thinking bout the times that
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| are yet to come
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| seeing black hairs that turn gray
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| so i count them for fun
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| pieces of me
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| are lying on the floor
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| i want a face of approval
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| so I toss them out the door
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| i’m a different thing than i was before
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| but i’m not going anywhere
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| How much longer
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| will I have to wonder
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| how much longer
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| I don’t want to stand here
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| How much longer
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| Will I have to wonder
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| How much longer
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| I just want to go home
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| Somethings I think I Know
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| somethings i know I don’t
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| it could be yes no maybe so
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| so how am I suppose to know
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| How much longer
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| will I have to wonder
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| how much longer
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| I don’t want to stand here
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| How much longer
|
| will I have to wonder
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| how much longer
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| I just want to go home
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| Bringing out the shoulders
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| and ripping at the seams |