Mother's girl has fallen in love
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And dad has already told her he has heard enough
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He has taken sides of his wife
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And he tells his little petal she's too young for life
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So she goes to her room and shuts the world outside
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Lays down to sink into her private mind, her other life inside
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She sings
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Secondhand rocking horse
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Let me ride high on you
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To a secondhand wonderland
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Secondhand lover boy
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Let me meet up with you
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In a secondhand wonderland
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Husband's drunk once again
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And he rages round the room sign of her real man
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She is numb from her pain
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But she's too afraid to leave she just hides it in so deep within
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And runs to her room and locks the door behind
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Cries herself to sleep another lonely night, but in her dreams she sings
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Secondhand rocking horse
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Let me ride high with you
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To a secondhand wonderland
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Secondhand wedding day
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Let my virgin dance again
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In our secondhand wonderland
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This hour I feel insecure
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Got a bag of plasic worries from the grocery store
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Wild dogs stand prepared to savage at my flesh if I appear too scared
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So I walk the tightrope line without a safty net
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As the rope begins to fray I buy another set,
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From the second hand rope store
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I sing
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Secondhand rocking horse
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Let me ride high with you
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To a secondhand wonderland
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Secondhand wooden horse
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Take me far away with you
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To a secondhand wonderland
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Secondhand Wonderland
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| Mark Owen |
