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One , two, three, four ! |
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You can tell |
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From the scars on my arms |
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And cracks in my hips |
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And the dents in my car |
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And the blisters on my lips |
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That I'm not the carefullest of girls |
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You can tell |
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From the glass on the floor |
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And the strings that're breaking |
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And I keep on breaking more |
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And it looks like I am shaking |
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But it's just the temperature |
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And then again |
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If it were any colder I could disengage |
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If I were any older I could act my age |
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But I don't think that you'd believe me |
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It's not the way I'm meant to be |
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It's just the way the operation made me |
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And you can tell |
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From the state of my room |
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That they let me out too soon |
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And the pills that I ate |
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Came a couple years too late |
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And I've got some issues to work through |
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There I go again |
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Pretending to be you |
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Make-believing |
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That I have a soul beneath the surface |
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Trying to convince you |
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It was accidentally on purpose |
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I am not so serious |
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This passion is a plagiarism |
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I might join your century |
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But only on a rare occasion |
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I was taken out |
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Before the labor pains set in and now |
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Behold the world's worst accident |
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I am the girl anachronism |
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And you can tell |
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By the red in my eyes |
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And the bruises on my thighs |
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And the knots in my hair |
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And the bathtub full of flies |
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That I'm not right now at all |
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There I go again |
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Pretending that I'll fall |
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Don't call the doctors |
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They've seen it all before |
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They'll say just |
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Let her crash and burn |
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She'll learn |
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The attention just encourages her |
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And you can tell |
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From the full-body cast |
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That you're sorry that you asked |
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Though you did everything you could |
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Like any decent person would |
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But I might be catching so don't touch |
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You'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff |
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Don't get me wet |
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Because the bandages will all come off |
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And you can tell |
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From the smoke at the stake |
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That the current state is critical |
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Well it is the little things, for instance |
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In the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses |
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Please excuse her for the day |
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Its just the way the medication makes her |
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I don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this |
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So I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest |
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I was too precarious removed as a caesarian |
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Behold the worlds worst accident |
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I am the girl anachronism |
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Behold the worlds worst accident |
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I am the girl anachronism |
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Behold the worlds worst accident |
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I am the girl anachronism |
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I am the girl anachronism |
