| She lives in a four story tantrum for a long face
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| A house that her parents hand-crafted for her
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| A trashcan, a toilet, is all that she sees inside
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| Outside, a world that doesn’t know her at all
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| She doesn’t need much besides the clothes on her floor
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| Solace in someone with softer remarks
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| The courage to be by herself and be okay this time
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| She just doesn’t want to remember it all
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| So don’t tell me I’m wrong or right
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| Consider yourself for once
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| Leave me alone to wrap myself up in my fantasies
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| Snap me in half, burn me alive
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| I’ll suffer it all, for the consequences are nothing at all
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| Just tell me it starts all over now
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| Life’s too hard sometimes
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| Give it your all, and all that you get is tired
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| The more that you spend, the more all your friends begin to see you erased
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| Chastised and chased from them
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| Don’t you fear, don’t give up
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| Too late for now, but don’t, no, don’t give up
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| So neighbor, don’t give up
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| So neighbor, don’t you fear, don’t give up
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| She lives in a four story tantrum for a long face
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| And outside there’s no one and nothing |