Emily shrugs and drags her heels as she takes the guided tour
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It seemed like such an amazing deal
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when she was looking at the brochure
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Stuck on a bus with strangers
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wishing she could be ay home
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with me Poor little Emily
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how does it feel to be free?
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Lyin' in bed
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the pain in my head
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from running around all day
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Tryin' to find what was rightfully mine
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but I ran out of things to say
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Runnin' around with strangers
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wishing she could run away with me..
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Poor little Emily,
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how does it feel to be free
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from familiar fingertips
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to a persecuted grip?
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from the pan into the fire
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now a thread becomes a wire
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under which you must crawl
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through a ditch and over the wall
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Emily works her fingers
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right down to her aching bones
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while my aching head's got me stuck
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in bed working on being alone
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Working around the clock
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wishing she had worked it out with me
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Poor little Emily
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how does it feel to be free?
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Poor little Emily
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how does it feel to be free?
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Poor little Emily
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how does it feel to be free?
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Emily
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