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Mother's girl has fallen in love |
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And dad has already told her he has heard enough |
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He has taken sides of his wife |
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And he tells his little petal she's too young for life |
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So she goes to her room and shuts the world outside |
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Lays down to sink into her private mind, her other life inside |
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She singsSecondhand rocking horse |
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Let me ride high on you |
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To a secondhand wonderland |
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Secondhand lover boy |
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Let me meet up with you |
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In a secondhand wonderland |
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Husband's drunk once again |
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And he rages round the room sign of her real man |
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She is numb from her pain |
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But she's too afraid to leave she just hides it in so deep within |
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And runs to her room and locks the door behind |
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Cries herself to sleep another lonely night, but in her dreams she sings |
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Secondhand rocking horse |
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Let me ride high with you |
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To a secondhand wonderland |
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Secondhand wedding day |
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Let my virgin dance again |
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In our secondhand wonderland |
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This hour |
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I feel insecure |
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Got a bag of plasic worries from the grocery store |
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Wild dogs stand prepared to savage at my flesh if |
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I appear too scared |
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So I walk the tightrope line without a safty net |
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As the rope begins to fray |
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I buy another set, |
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From the second hand rope store |
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I singSecondhand rocking horse |
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Let me ride high with you |
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To a secondhand wonderland |
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Secondhand wooden horse |
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Take me far away with you |
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To a secondhand wonderland |
