She slees with the windows open
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yet she's still locked safe inside
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and to block out the sounds of the city's commotion
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she turns her fan up on high
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yea she lives just far enough away from home
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to see the whole scene
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and down the street the kids throw sticks and stones
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and end up on the the TV screen
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yea they throw their sticks and stones
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and end up on the TV screen
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and she used to walk on these gracefully
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but now they crunch beneath her feet
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I guess she must be changin'
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there's just no way to keep it neat
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and her father still barks like a soldier
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returning from victory
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but now eh's much older
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and that bark isn't as scary as it used to be
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yea she watches his self torture
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no one left to abuse but himself
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but still her memory scorches her
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and she struggles to love herself
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her memory scorches her
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and she struggles to love herself
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and she used to walk on these gracefully
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but now they crunch beneath her feet
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and I guess she must be changin'
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she never was to good at stayin' in her seat
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and this town grows hungry and restless
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hungry for what I ain't sure
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but they're sweepin' the streets of the trash and the homeless
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and raisin' the rent
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and breakin' the poor
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and I used to walk on these gracefully
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but now they crunch beneath my feet
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and I guess I must be changin'
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there's just no way to keep it neat
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I used to walk on these gracefully
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I guess I must be changin'...
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Eggshells
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Shawn Mullins |