Just barely 20 with a slight frame
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And a hunger for something that I couldn't name
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I went runnin', I went runnin'
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Running barefoot into the night...
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I got hair the colour of a silk worms dream,
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The prettiest little thing that you ever did see.
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They come runnin', they come runnin'
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Anything they can do, they clamour for me.
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Ooh, it never changes.
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But we carry the weight with us.
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Ooh, it's a hard world.
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It all seemed like such a long time ago,
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They buried my story when they filled in that hole.
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Nobody runnin', nobody runnin'
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Nobody trying to explain.
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I wanna wake in the woods beside the lake,
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Just resting my head, in some moss covered glen
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Ooh, it never changes
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But we carry the weight with us
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Ooh, it's a hard world
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Motor oil colored hair & a white t-shirt,
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Now tan, from the rust & the dirt.
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Nobody calls for me,
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Nobody hunts for me,
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They don't seem to know I'm gone.
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The other girls and me,
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Resting under this tree,
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Are green with envy at the attention you draw.
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Ooh, it never changes
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But we carry the weight with us
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Ooh, it's a hard world
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For the little things
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A hard wold, ooh
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A hard world
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For all the lost girls.
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Remember me, remember me
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Underneath this lonesome, awful tree
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Let the roots & soil drink of me
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Whispering leaves & pointing branches will tell them where I'm lying...
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Hard World
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| Murder By Death |
