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I I'm a thinking girl. Who never considered god |
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Never, in the sense you see considered him logically |
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So what do you do when you whittle him down |
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To nothin' but a stone in the barren groud? |
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What do you do when you whittle him down |
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To nothin' but a memory from your home town? |
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I go wild. With possibility |
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I go wild . With my fragility |
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But there's something in the stone |
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There's something I just know I just know |
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Growing up there was a lot of praising |
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A lot of singing to an empty heaven |
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Growing up there was a lot of judging |
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Yeah they could never get enough |
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So what do you do when you whittle him down |
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To a way to win the white house now he's nothing but a clown |
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what do you do when you whittle him down |
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to your ticket into heaven with your bombs strapped down |
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I go wild with fury |
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I go wild with insecurity |
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But there's something in the stone |
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There's something I just know I just know |
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Plant a little seed in a baby, it's gonna grow grow grow |
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Plant a little seed in a baby girl, |
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it's sure to grow, it's sure to grow |
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Well you plant a little seed in me |
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And it's growing growing growing like a weed |
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They sure did water me daily, cause fear's something I can eat |
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I gotta take it up I gotta take it up |
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I gotta take it up |
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With the ones I love |
