She drives herself through the streets
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Watching eyes so blindly
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Taking pictures
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she can't see or show
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On her mind is
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who to meet
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Cautioning too kindly
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Wondering is she'll ever have
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or need to know
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chorus
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Sarah doesn't care anymore
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What they talk about
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at the back door
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They say she can't hold her own
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And her Mama's never home
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Sarah doesn't care anymore
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What they talk about
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at the back door
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You wonder why she feels so alone
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How could a young girl feel so old.
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You know
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Sarah doesn't care anymore
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You know what they say
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at the back door
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But it's not that way
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Sarah walks along silently
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on her own
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Keeping to herself
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Talks to no one else
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And cares not for anyone
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Sealing those pictures of the past
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How time's flown so fast
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chorus
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Sarah
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| Maren Ord |
