Virginia is almost sleeping
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The night is getting older
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There is static on the tv
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And she's lying on the sofa
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The cats crawl over her
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Jenny is in the garage
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She's got the car in neutral
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She rolls it out so quietly
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It's saturday as usual
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It always is
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And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook
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Because my hand thinks I'm an artist
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But my heart knows I'm a poet
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It's just words they mean so little to me
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I can't seem to deal with total trust
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There is something very wrong with me
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Daddy's in the backyard
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His hands are getting dirty
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And mom is in the kitchen and her cake says that I'm thirteen
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Another year
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My brother went to college to become a doctor
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And if he studies hard enough
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He'll end up just like father
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Who hates his life
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And me I'm in the bathroom
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Crying out my eyelids because it's hard to Be a man
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When you are scared like a little kid
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The world has become a little too mean
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And I can't see the point of patient love
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When everyone just wants to get fucked
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Saturday As Usual
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Bright Eyes |