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She keeps the world at bay |
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With walls built to stand come-what-may |
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And with that coldness on display they held until today |
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She would hold her own |
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Running all alone |
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Ridding her road of every grain to stay in control |
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But now she cries, alive |
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Suddenly she is down on all four |
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And the walls will support her no more |
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Cries her eyes out like never before |
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Onto this linoleum |
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The bottled up and stored |
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She's won every war |
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And when she's out that door |
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She will push ahead of you, frowning at the poor |
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She would move so fast |
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Not to end up last |
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Aiming for the finish line to smile at those she'd passed |
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But now she cries, alive |
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Suddenly she is down on all four |
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And the walls will support her no more |
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Cries her eyes out like never before |
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Onto this linoleum |
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The bottled up and stored |
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And sometimes, oh just sometimes |
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That's really all it takes |
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A hand on her shoulder, and then she breaks |
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Sometimes that's really all it takes |
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A word of kindness and she breaks |
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And then the sum of damage done spills out on stale linoleum |
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Sometimes that's really all it takes |
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A gentle touch and then she breaks |
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To see the sum of damage done stain this linoleum |
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Sometimes that's really all it takes |
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A word or touch and then we break |
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And all this world's linoleum can't hold the sum of damage done |
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She's becoming her last casualty |
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If she breaks then at last she'll be free |
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But she keeps it together once more |
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And runs another day to fight another war |
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Itsy bitsy spider, climbed the water spout |
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Down came the rain and washed the spider out |
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Now she stays on the ground, so she'll never fall |
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See, she would rather drown than lose control |
