Oh I won't be your pretty baby;
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I won't eat from your hand again.
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And the man in the white says it's alright,
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He says, come on girl give up the fight.
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You'll go to sleep, there will be no pain.
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Well I want to live with myself again.
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Well, where we lived there was a lighthouse,
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Throwing a white beam into our house,
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Over my body when I was sleeping,
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Over the secrets I was keeping,
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I could tell myself there would be no pain,
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But I have to live with myself again.
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I'm digging up, I'm digging up,
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I'm digging up, I'm digging up,
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I'm digging up, I'm digging up,
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I'm digging in the earth.
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I'm looking for signs
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And I'm shaking the dolls
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And the fairy-tales lied
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And somewhere, back there
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I didn't understand;
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Man and woman and woman and man.
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And I'm shaking the dolls
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I'm shaking the dolls.
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Ooh, the dream isn't coming through;
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I can't feel for you.
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Well somewhere, back there
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I didn't understand;
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Man and woman and woman and man,
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And I'm shaking the dolls
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I'm shaking the dolls.
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Ooh I have to live with myself again,
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I want to be with my body again,
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You can't make me hollow again.
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Ooh, the dream isn't coming through;
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I can't feel for you.
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Love, shooting up, through my veins -
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I gotta get a hit again.
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Shaking The Doll
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| Heather Nova |
