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Who Cares? |
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Staring at the sky, |
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There's angels in the snow. |
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Wishing she could fly high, |
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Above the world below. |
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All that she wanted, |
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Is to be wanted. |
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She's sitting on the stairs, |
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With ribbons in her hair, |
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Waiting for someone who cares, |
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Who cares. |
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Pouring over magazines, |
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She soaks up every page. |
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Each picture like a daydream, |
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She never wants to fade. |
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All that she wanted, |
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Is to be wanted. |
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She's looking in the mirror, |
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Wondering what to wear, |
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Hoping she'll meet someone who cares, |
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At the window sill, she's looking out on, |
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Strawberry daffodils, |
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Butterflies and broken roller skates, |
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The colours bleed like finger paint. |
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Yesterday... |
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All that she wanted, |
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Is to be wanted. |
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She's rocking in a chair, |
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Silver in her hair, still waiting for someone... |
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All that she wanted, |
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Is to be wanted. |
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She's sitting on the stairs, |
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Ribbons in her hair, |
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Waiting for someone who cares, |
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Who cares. |
