| Whose life was a competition.
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| She looked just like a china doll
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| With porcelain skin she knew he’d let her win.
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| So he fell for her,
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| As if he fell from his mother into the arms of a lover.
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| And he swore not to leave her side,
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| For better or for worse (whichever comes first).
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| Sadly the latter arose.
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| She met this boy from omaha
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| Whose life was handed to him…
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| But still, he wanted everything.
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| His dreams were his ruin,
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| And she couldn’t wake him up.
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| But the bough broke and he fell.
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| Like the time he fell from his mother
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| Into the arms of a doctor.
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| So he cried like that first day of his life.
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| He knew he had broken this beautiful porcelain
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| And how could their world be the same?
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| And so it never was the same.
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| She whispers his name,
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| «i'll stay if you want, but i could never be who you
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| Imagined me to be i’ll stay i don’t know what else to do…
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| But i can’t change for you i won’t change for you» |