| Maybe I will say, I want to be with you
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| Maybe I will cry, alone as if on cue
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| Maybe I will try and then just walk away
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| Maybe I will spy the sky on a special Sunday
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| Maybe I want roses more than water and to be a
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| Loving father’s daughter
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| Maybe I want something much more like a
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| Brownie sundae party behind closed doors or
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| A typewriter palace with a shark filled moat
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| Maybe I’ll be hoaxed by my own demise
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| «I hear she saw a cliff and kept on driving»
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| Maybe I’m more hell-bent on living than I am on just surviving
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| Pauses, places, causes, houses
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| Tigers, plants and bow tied blouses
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| Billie Jean’s outragous choices
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| Silver linings without voices
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| It’s true. |
| I’m due
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| Maybe I want roses more than water and to be a
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| Loving father’s daughter
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| Maybe I want something much more like a
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| Brownie sundae party behind closed doors or
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| A typewriter palace with a shark filled moat
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| Maybe I’ll be hoaxed by my own demise
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| «I hear she saw a cliff and kept on driving»
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| Maybe I’m more hell-bent on living than I am on just surviving
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| Maybe I will blow what I’m told is my biggest chance
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| Maybe I’ll film my feet with my phone every time I dance
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| Typewritten excuses, broken ice and
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| A room wall papered with my vices
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| It’s true. |
| I’m due |