She's like a sweater, old and used
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Tossed and overworn too many times through
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And she used to look so bright
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All her seams were tightly tied
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She's like a sweater that's just worn out
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Fading, coffee stained, and out of style
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And she's just about to run
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Before her stitches come undone
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She's gonna pack her bags & leave
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No more loose, unravelled seams
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She is young & she still has her confidence
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And it's not too late to tie up those loose ends
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She's like a fire in the rain
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His words will damp her eyes & heat her veins
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And the love she thought she found was just another
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Hand-me-down of dwindled grace
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She's gonna pack her bags & leave
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No more loose, unravelled seams
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She is young & she still has her confidence
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And it's not too late to tie up those loose ends
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She's found a refuge for her face
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While dividing her unfortunate displace
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Now she stands too high for them to ring her dry
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She's found her way
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She's gonna pack her bags & leave
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No more loose, unravelled seams
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She is young & she still has her confidence
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And it's not too late to tie up those loose ends
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Loose Ends
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| Rosie Thomas |
