Eleanor Young, Eleanor child
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Standing on a lonely hilltop in the Appalachian wild
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Eleanor sing, Eleanor scream
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Shout loud for your own green world
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Doors don¡¯t open for the country girl
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Oh, they lied to you
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They sung to you songs you weren't meant to hear
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They showed you life your eyes were never meant to see
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Yeah, you should have seen right through
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But you believed
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Eleanor grow, Eleanor cold
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Midnight in a dim-lit diner, in the driving Detroit snow
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Eleanor yearn, Eleanor learn
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One child with no last name
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Your boyfriend runs who do you blame
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Oh, he lied to you
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He did to you things they taught you were sin
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He took from you the best that was within you
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He showed you things your eyes should never have seen
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And the saddest thing of all, baby you believed
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Yeah, yeah, the saddest thing of all, you believed
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Yeah Mama you believed
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Eleanor age, Eleanor cage
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See California on New Year's Day
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Sun shines warm on the Rose Parade
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Eleanor ache, Eleanor break
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Come out west with your last born child
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I grew up scared, weird, and wild
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Oh you lied to me
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You hid from me knowledge I should have known
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You kept from me the life that was my own
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You shielded me from things I should have seen
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For a very short while Mama, I believed...
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Eleanor Young
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Everclear |