I am evening the score
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I am cutting the umbilical cord
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curled with my teeth against my knees
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I am scratching at my consciousness
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like a bitch with fleas
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I think you'll be greatly pleased
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to learn that yours was the hardest
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itch to relieve
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this is me
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without my hair
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welcome to my open stare
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I got nothing to hide no more
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why disguise what isn't there
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I am an eyesore
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I am a detour
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you can find me crying on
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the shoulder of the road
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and I will tell you
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what you want to hear
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before you go
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and that is that
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yours was the hardest itch to relieve
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yours was the hardest itch to relieve
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I've mapped out my course
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looks like it's all uphill
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I've got a heavy heart to carry
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but a very strong will
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it's just hard to travel
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in the shadow
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of regret
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in fact it's so hard
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that I haven't actually left yet
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Itch
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Ani DiFranco |