Oh, he says I'd like to turn myself, as he stares into the windowpane,
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And if only I could be myself, but I'm sure you'd do the same to me.
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I was only a guest that she wanted, it was more than that that he flaunted.
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It's away, to you,
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Away, to you.
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So I pleaded, she needed to be herself,
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and he dipped into his wishing well.
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At any moment, any moment the sounds of the midnight train,
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will be the mating call of his whippoorwill.
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Should he wait 'cause his father drinks too much
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had his paint thinner laced with his sleeping pills.
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He'll find a way, to you,
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away, to you.
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So he dreamed away.
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Away.
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From these small streets,
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and to where they lead,
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and the holes that bleed,
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from where he beats me,
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cause of these stained sheets,
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lets dream away.
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And from my small tower,
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every hour, seemed to take the day,
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and so she dreamed away.
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Oh, baby don't you that you're good enough?
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Baby, don't you think that you're bright enough?
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Baby, don't you think that you're good enough?
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Baby, don't you think that you're good enough?
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Don't you think that you think that you're good enough, for you?
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Dreams Away
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Hurt |