| Girls like me don’t understand how we wind up Siamese twins
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| Connected at the neck, when you breathe out, our bodies breathe in
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| And girls like me don’t talk about who’s really in control
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| For when your mouth is open, we can see right down that hole
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| For all you know of skin and bones
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| The muscles, brain, and heart
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| Can you not learn the distance
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| When we stand so close apart?
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| Girls like me have given up on lending out our eyes
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| For if and when you bring them back, they’ve shrunk another size
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| Your tiny tweezer hands are so precise, but cold as steel
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| Girls like me are sick of being flesh they touch, but never feel
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| For all you know of skin and bones
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| The muscles, brain, and heart
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| Can you not learn the distance
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| When we stand so close apart?
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| For all you know of nervous systems
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| Organs, and insides
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| Has science taught you nothing
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| Of what’s underneath the hide?
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| And girls like me can trace the shadows as they fade away
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| Running from the sun and dying at the end of day
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| Girls like me will shed your body, lose this extra weight
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| We’ll cut your throat if that’s what it will take for twins to separate |