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Well I must have saw a girl
Who looked like myself
White cheeked and bleak
Knowing all the answers

Your freckles remind me that a God is kind
White cheeked and bleak
Knowing all the answers

And it is a problem
When you see through everything
But candy spills upon it
When the lip suggests the mourning

And isn't it the worst when you wake up in the morning
There's no cat upon your bed
And no Mom to pet your head

Sometimes I think of how nice it would be
To pop out of the Womb again
To be fresh and white again
Fresh and white again
Fresh and white again

Sometimes I think of how nice it would be
To take a nap without feeling
I wasted my day again

Left my conscience
Suffocation
See the mad side
In my bald eyes

Left my conscience
In quotations
Said just what they wanted to
Say it isn't true

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