She won't recover from her losses,
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She's not chosen this path, but she watches who it crosses
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Maybe move to the right, maybe move to the left
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So we can all see her pain she wears like a banner on her chest
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And we all say it's sad, and we think it's a shame
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And she's called to our attention, but we do not call her name,
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The girl with the weight of the world in her hands.
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We're busy with our happiness, busy with our plans
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I wonder if alone she wants it taken from her hands
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But if things didn't get any harder
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She might miss her sacred chance to go a consecrated martyr,
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The girl with the weight of the world in her hands.
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I wonder which saint that lives inside a bead
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will grant her consolation when she counts upon her need
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It makes us all angry though we feign to care
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But who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to bear,
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The girl with the weight of the world in her hands.
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"Is the glass half-full or empty?" I ask her as I fill it
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She said it doesn't really matter, pretty soon you're bound to spill it.
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With the half logic language of the sermon she delivers
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And the way she smiles so knowingly at me gives me the shivers
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I pull the blanket higher when I'm finally safe at home
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And she'll take a hundred with her, but she always sleeps alone,
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The girl with the weight of the world in her hands.
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The Girl With The Weight Of The World In Her Hands
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| Indigo Girls |
