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She's all by herself at the end of the day |
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She'd talk to herself but wouldn't know what to say |
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Wrings her hands and steps out of the bath |
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The mirror laughs and splits her in half |
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She looks around the room |
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At her carpeted tomb |
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Threw the phone on the floor |
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Left the keys in the door |
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Tell me when does life begin |
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She got in the car and looked up at the stars |
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And made a wish |
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She held her breath and considered death |
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And in the rearview mirror |
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She looked back on her reflection |
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She was a long way from she wanted to be |
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And a long way from perfection |
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Tell me when does life begin |
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She chickened out and she called triple-a |
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And told them the way |
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After she paid they fixed the car |
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She got on her way and she drove past the bar |
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Where no one bought her a drink at |
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She always though it was 'cause she was too fat |
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And now she knows those places blow |
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Or maybe it was her nose |
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Tell me when does life begin |
