There's a poem that she wrote
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And hid under the mattress,
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And if you find it please leave it alone.
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With a picture she took of a girl on the subway,
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With orange barrettes
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And the saddest face she's ever known.
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As Rachael starts to wonder
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Was it hers to begin with,
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Or was the memory from someone else's sleep.
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Cause there's a hole in her heart
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That still harbors a question,
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Whose answer just might break it
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So she's hanging on.
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At least it's hers to keep.
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So I asked her:
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[Chorus]
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"What if this does not belong to you,
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And all the things you thought were true
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Turned out to just be someone else's lies"
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Baby this does not belong to you,
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This does not belong to you.
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This does not belong to you.
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There's a fleck in her eye that no one ever noticed,
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A pretty birthmark for suck a beautiful face.
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All the men from her past
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Seem to have left her abandoned,
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I guess there's some things
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That you can never erase.
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I've seen her play with her hair
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In a moment of tension,
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I've seen her with her guard down ready to cry.
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Cause there's a hole in her heart
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That still harbors the question,
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Whose answer just might break it,
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Still she's hanging on,
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Cause no one wants to die.
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Then she asked me:
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[Chorus]
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"What if this does not belong to you,
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And all the things you thought were true
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Turned out to just be someone else's lies"
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Cause baby this does not belong to you,
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This does not belong to you.
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This does not belong to you.
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Rachael
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| She Wants Revenge |
