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The pen tip is dry |
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'Cause she never puts the cap back on |
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Expecting that it won't be too long |
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Before he comes back |
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She feels alone |
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And though she knows she's not the only one |
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She never thought the day would come |
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When she'd give in |
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Watching the rain |
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She imagines she's a single drop |
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Falling with occasional stops, down the window glass |
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'Til she cannot hold on |
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Oh what a waste of time |
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Should've known better than to rebel |
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I know it's just as well |
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I know it's just as well |
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She looks around |
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She's thinking that it don't make sense |
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How could everybody be so content |
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With the way things are? |
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But then she realizes |
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That they're no more content than she |
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Its just that they're resigned to be dependent and beat |
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Dependent and beat |
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Oh what a waste of time |
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Should've known better than to rebel |
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I know its just as well |
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I know its just as well |
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I am an undefined |
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Just like everybody in this jail cell |
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I know it's just as well |
