pale purple nipples
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goose pimpled
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she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot
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alone in the city
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infested with faces
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immune to new friendships
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interested in places she's never seen
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she says everything is grey here
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and nothing is green
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the girls from down the street
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sixteen, seventeen years old
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you can smell them getting pregnant
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you can hear their rock and roll
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that's america
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you have to be tough
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like a glad trash bag
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the government's an old nag
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with a good pedigree
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but pedigree's don't help you and me
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I see the precedent is grey here
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and nothing is green
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unless something unforseen happens
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I'm surrounded by the haves
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they say I can have some too
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just because of what I do
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do they think a lot
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about those who have not
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or does it just distract them
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from what they do
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most of us have grey
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except for those who can pay
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for green
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I'm torn
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I'm torn
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rejecting outfits offered me
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regretting things I've worn
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when I was still playing roles
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to fill holes
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in my conception of who I am
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you know, now I understand
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it's not important to be defined
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it's only important to use your time well
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well time is something nobody can buy
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and nobody can sell you
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so don't let anybody tell you
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they have the advantage
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because all the grey people can say every day
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doesn't mean anything
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if your mind is green
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pale purple nipples
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goose pimpled
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she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot
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alone in the city
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infested with faces
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immune to new friendships
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interested in places she's never seen
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she says everything is grey here
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otherwise I'd stay here
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but I'm looking for green
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just like every human being
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Pale Purple
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Ani DiFranco |