| There’s a poem that she wrote
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| And hid under the mattress
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| And if you find it
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| Please leave it alone
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| With a picture she took
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| Of a girl on the subway
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| With orange barrettes
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| And the saddest face she’s ever known
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| As Rachael starts to wonder
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| Was it hers to begin with
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| Or was the memory
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| From someone else’s sleep
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| 'Cause there’s a hole in her heart
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| That still harbors a question
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| Whose answer just might break it
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| So she’s hanging on
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| At least it’s hers to keep
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| So I asked her
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| «What if this does not belong to you
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| And all the things you thought were true
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| Turned out to just be someone else’s lies?»
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| Baby, this does not belong to you
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| This does not belong to you
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| This does not belong to you
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| There’s a fleck in her eye
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| That no one ever noticed
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| A pretty birthmark
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| For such a beautiful face
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| All the men from her past
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| Seem to have left her abandoned
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| I guess there’s some things
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| That you can never erase
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| I’ve seen her play with her hair
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| In a moment of tension
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| I’ve seen her with her guard down
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| Ready to cry
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| But there’s a hole in her heart
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| That still harbors the question
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| Whose answer just might break it
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| Still she’s hanging on
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| 'Cause no one wants to die
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| Then she asked me
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| «What if this does not belong to you
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| And all the things you thought were true
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| Turned out to just be someone else’s lies?»
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| Baby, this does not belong to you
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| This does not belong to you
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| This does not belong to you
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| «What if this does not belong to you
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| And all the things you thought were true
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| Turned out to just be someone else’s lies?»
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| 'Cause baby, this does not belong to you
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| This does not belong to you
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| This does not belong to you |