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Monday Morning She fell onto her head |
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She must have fell out in the middle of the night |
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from the yellow flowered bed |
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Tuesday was a blue day But all she saw was red |
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She was easily over on the sunny side |
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I wish that she was dead |
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Wednesday never ending day |
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Time stood still |
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40 *something something* Watch the grass grow |
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from the bedroom window sill |
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some day, some way |
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little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way |
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some day, some way |
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little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way |
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Thursday was her day |
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She landed on her feet |
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Turned her cup upside down |
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Little part of the world complete |
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some day, some way |
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little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way |
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some day, some way |
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little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way |
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some day, some way |
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little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way |
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some day, some way |
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little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way |
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gonna find a way |
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All the years combined she never new |
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the way she landed on her feet |
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the fears her mind everything was so brand new |
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the way she landed on her feet |
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Sunday morning she fell onto the bed |
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she couldn't believe all the things she had seen |
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and the pictures in her head |
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some day, some way |
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little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way |
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some day, some way |
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little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way |
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some day, some way |
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little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way |
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some day, some way |
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little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way |
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gonna find a way |
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gonna find a way |
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gonna find a way |
