<< These Are The Thoughts >>
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--- Alanis Morissette
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These are the thoughts that go through my head
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in my backyard on a sunday afternoon
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when I have the house to myself and I am not
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expending all that energy on fighting
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with my boyfriend
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Is he the one that I will marry
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and why is it so hard to be objective about
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myself why do I feel cellularly alone
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am I supposed to live in this crazy city
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can blindly continued fear-induced regurtitated life-denying tradition
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be overcome
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Where does the money go that I send
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to those in need, if we have so much why do some people have nothing
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still why do I feel frantic when I first wake up in the morning
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why do you say you are spiritual, yet you treat people like shit
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How can you say you're close to God, and yet you talk behind
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my back as though I'm not a part of you, why do I say "I'm fine"
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when it's obvious I'm not, why's it so hard to tell you what I want
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why can't you just read my mind?
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Why do I fear that the quieter I am
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the less you will listen
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why do I care whether you like me or not
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why's it so hard for me to be angry
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why is it such work to stay conscious and so easy to get stuck
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and not the other way around
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Will I ever move back to Canada
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Can I be with a lover with whom I am a student
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and a master, oh why am I encouraged to shut my mouth
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when it gets too close to home, why cannot I
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live in the moment
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These R The Thoughts.
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| Alanis Morissette |
