(K.D. Lang)
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As things start to surface
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Tears come on down
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Scars of childhood
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In a small town
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Hurt she pushed inward
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Starting to show
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Now she'll do some talking
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But he'll never know
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Tables have turned now
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With a child of her own
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But she's blind to the difference
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What's taught is that's known
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Numbed by reaction
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Stripped of the trust
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A young heart is broken
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Not aware that it's just
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A family tradition
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The strength of this land
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Where what's right and wrong
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Is the back of a hand
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Turns girls into women
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A boy to a man
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But the rights of the children
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Have nowhere to stand
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Memories of children
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Are written in stone
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Some they get buried
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Not to be shown
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Still they do linger
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Deep down inside
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Like a seed that's been planted
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And won't be denied
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Nowhere To Stand
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| K.D. Lang |
