I fell into the street, poison in my veins
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Clambered to my feet and into the night again
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Back to my home, back to my owner
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Who screams at my tardiness
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Put his hands to the sky
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And says, what can I do with a girl
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If she refuses to be mine?
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In his bed I am queen, unobtainable me
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Sexual being, human with feelings
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The two are not me
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The two will not be mine.
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And what can you do with a girl,
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If she refuses to be mine?
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Put his hand on my shirt
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Hand on my face,
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Head to the wall
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When you've broken your only doll
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And what will you do with a girl
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If she refuses to be alive?
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And you've broken your only doll
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And what will you do with a girl
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If she's refusing to be alive?
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There's a house across the river
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But alas I cannot swim
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And a garden of such beauty
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That the flower seem to grin
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There's a house across the river
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But alas I cannot swim
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I live my life regretting
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That I never jumped in
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There's a boy across the river
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With short black curly hair
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He wants to be my lover
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And I want to be his peer
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There's a boy across the river
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But alas I cannot swim
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Now never will I get to put
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My arms around him
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There's a life across the river
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That was meant for me
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Instead I live my life
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in constant misery
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There's a life across the river
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But I do not see
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Why I should please those
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Who will never be pleased
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There is gold across the river
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But I don't want none
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There is gold across the river
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But I don't want none
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Gold is fleeting, gold is fickle
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Gold is fun
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Gold is fleeting, gold is fickle
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Gold is fun
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There is gold across the river
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But I don't want none
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I would rather be tried
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Then held up by a gold gun
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Saying work more, earn more
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Live more, have more fun
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Saying work more, earn more
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Live more, have more fun
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Saying work more, earn more
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Live more, have more fun
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Your Only Doll (Dora)
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| Laura Marling |
