it seems like years since you held the baby
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while I wrecked the bedroom
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you said it was dangerous after sunday
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and I knew you loved me
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he thinks I just became famous
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and that's what messed me up
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but he's wrong
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how could I possibly know what I want
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when I was only twenty-one?
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and there's millions of people
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to offer advice and say how I should be
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but they're twisted
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and they will never be any influence on me
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but you will always be
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you will always be
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if I treated you mean
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I really didn't mean to
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but you know how it is
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and how a pregnancy can change you
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I see plenty of clothes that I like
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but I won't go anywhere nice for a while
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all I want to do is just sit here
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and write it all down and rest for a while
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I can't bear to be in another city
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one where you are not
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I would return to nothing without you
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if I'm your girlfriend of not
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maybe I was mean
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but I really don't think so
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you asked if I'm scared
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and I said so
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everyone can see what's going on
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they laugh 'cos they know they're untouchable
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not because what I said was wrong
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whatever it may bring
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I will have my own policies
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I will sleep with a clear conscience
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I will sleep in peace
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maybe it sounds mean
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but I really don't think so
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you asked for the truth and I told you
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through they're own words
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they will be exposed
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they've got a severe case of
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the emperor's new clothes.
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The Emperor's New Clothes
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| Sinead O' Connor |
