Tom: E
Introdução:
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It's only 6am,
some girl's walking up hills in San Francisco
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The wind breathes past the quarter pike above her neck
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she had a wish though
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she insists
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that everyone around that sees her gentle face will turn into stone
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never speak
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to her or anyone who prays to just be broken like a wishbone,
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'cause we are weak.
I think you're gonna be,
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Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady
I think you're gonna be,
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Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady
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And every step she takes
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her tears make her appear like a pretty mime.
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No one blinks
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The morning glow has kissed the streams upon her face
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and now it's half-nine.
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an old man winks
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She sees him sitting there upon a wooden chair right in the middle
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of the road
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And this guy looks at her and turns not into stone, but smiles a little
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So she shows
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him all the bruises and the scars across her body there on purpose
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She still stands
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Still the old man sits and checks and prays for her,
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but she ain't nervous.
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Holds her hand
I think you're gonna be,
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Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady
I think you're gonna be,
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Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady
I think you're gonna be,
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I think you're gonna be,
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Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady
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Hooooooooooooooooooooo
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Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooohh
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kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay..
There's just that little ending...