| And this is not the way that I had pictured this would go
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| Your hands are weak, I thought that they were strong
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| Your mouth tastes like the way I thought it’d taste
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| Like smoke
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| And your hair is really long, I like it really long
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| So I can lie to both my mom and dad
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| And say that I am younger than I am
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| And the doctors say I’m fine
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| But I will be a mom in nine more months
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| I’ll never be a mom
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| I’ll never be that strong
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| I’ll always be this weak
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| At least, I think I’ll be
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| She says
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| «I kicked, and cried, and screamed, until I couldn’t breathe
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| I threw myself down stairs like twice a week
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| I think I bled until it was all gone»
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| He said
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| «Thank me when you’re older
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| And I will write all of these songs for you
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| You can bury me in pieces
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| Underneath the floorboards in your room
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| And the story just gets darker
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| Screaming down hallways you always do
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| Saying, «Jesus, please forgive me
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| But I need this body more than you.»
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| Singing
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| Woah, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| (It's not all gone)
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| And I never said that did was easier than done
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| At dawn, my ribs are spilling out my back
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| My spine, my spine, is coming out my mouth
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| And I cannot breathe
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| And I will break, and break, and break, and break, and break again
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| I’ll glue myself back up with all my friends
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| I’ll lock myself inside of my room, writing songs like these
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| She says
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| «I kicked, and cried, and screamed, until I couldn’t breathe
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| I threw myself down stairs like twice a week
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| I think I bled until it was all gone»
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| He says
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| «Thank me when you’re older
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| And I will write all of these songs for you
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| You can bury me in pieces
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| Underneath the floorboards in your room
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| And the story just gets darker
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| Screaming down hallways you always do
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| Saying «Jesus, please forgive me
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| But I need this body more than you.»
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| Singing
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| Woah, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| (My God)
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| Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| And it’s not all gone |