| When you see the
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| Way the boys treat her in the locker room
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| You wanna punch their livin' day light down
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| But you hold back again
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| And you regret again
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| Coz love is not a thing, that comes so easily
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| You hide behind the door as the boys leave
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| And watch her crying down on her knees
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| You think of sneaking out
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| But that is copping out
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| Breathe out, breath in, this should come easily
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| Has she heard me? |
| Has she seen me? |
| Come in?
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| When she turns her
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| Head around and sees me staring at her tattered hair
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| She wips her tears away and shoots me a worrid glare
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| «What are you doing here?
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| I thought you were a queer
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| This ain’t a place to be, hanging round with me.»
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| «If they come back I’ll knock them down
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| Or they can chase me way back home
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| Coz I ain’t gonna watch
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| Them try to bully you
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| No way, no way, I’m gonna protect you.»
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| So you take her
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| By the hand and lead her to the corridor
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| You’re gonna find the boys and even the score
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| Someone has gotta stop
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| The bloody beating up
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| And if it’s not you, then who’s it gonna be?
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| You gotta take control and nurture your own
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| You have friends, no you’re not alone
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| Respect the life you lead
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| For love you only bleed
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| Livin', livin', is your priority
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| Livin', no you’re not alone
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| Livin', to fight for your home
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| Livin', to holding your own
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| Livin'
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| Livin', you are in control
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| Livin', to nurture your soul
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| Livin', you are who you are
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| Livin'
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| Livin', no you’re not alone
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| Livin', to fight for your home
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| Livin', to holding your own
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| Livin' |