It's not your stature
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That tilts the scale
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It's not your know-how
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That whites me pale
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Haven't you noticed, I so often succumb
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Playing the novice, I just suck on my thumb
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I'm singing the harmony to the melody you hum
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I march like a soldier to the beat of your drum
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Anne Marie
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It is all in your delivery
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But can you help that you belittle me?
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It's not your fault
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I feel so small
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Anne Marie
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I call to question
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This pattern of disease
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A predilection
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Of yet another harsh decree
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There is a rhythm pulsing out of control
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Driving us swiftly away from our goal
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Here in my heart babe, it's carving a hole
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Pounding me weak, penetrating my soul
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Anne Marie
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It is all in your delivery
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But can you help that you belittle me?
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It's not your fault
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I feel so small
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Anne Marie
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Anne Marie
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It is all in your delivery
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I am trying now to help you see
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Are we working towards a better we?
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Or am I shouting out a hopeless plea?
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It is there in your delivery
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I am trying now to make you see
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It's not your fault
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I feel so small
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Anne Marie
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Anne Marie
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