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Oh pretty girls, you're too good for this |
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How you break my heart in this cold waiting room |
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Oh pretty girls, you're too good for this |
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Don't let them tell you you're nothing |
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Don't let them break your hearts too |
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The TV is blaring and angry |
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As if you don't know why you're here |
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Those who walk without sin are so hungry |
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Don't let the wolves in, pretty girls |
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Your hearts are so tried and so innocent |
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Wind your flimsy blue gowns tight around you |
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Around curves so comely and sinister |
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They blame it on you pretty girls |
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Oh pretty girls, you're too good for this |
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How you break my heart in this cold waiting room |
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Oh pretty girls, you're too good for this |
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Don't let them tell you you're nothing |
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Don't let them break your hearts too |
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My girls, you're just like the heavens |
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Not a soul to take your hand in theirs |
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Your tears and wild constellations |
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Broad limbs and hard folding chairs |
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But there's millions to count you and keep you |
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And lovers that don't understand |
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Don't let them tell you you're nothing |
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'Cause you'll change the world pretty girls |
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Come chain yourself from my ankles |
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You'll see the world like a bird |
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Diving down low, flying up high |
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Thru all of these saccharine gutters we'll ride and I |
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Won't say that I told you so |
