Opened up a box of you,
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Piece of paper or two,
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With my name written on it, and a question mark
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Who is this girl that I’ve made?
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‘Cause I’ve been kept in the dark
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And I’ve seen you once, Father
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In the fear of your belts and leather,
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And you were just about to tempter,
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There was distance,
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You’re my spout resistance
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And I cant believe that you still don’t know me,
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‘Cause I am a mystery
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So I separated all the things that I have hated,
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With the victories I’ve won,
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And the biggest one was you,
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You don’t know my street or the size of my feet or,
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Or the time it took to grow,
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‘Cause Father these are things you should know,
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These are things you should know,
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Knocked the breath right out of you,
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But what’s a brown-eyed girl to do?
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When her future lies on chasing paper,
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And all I get from you is; “You’re so clever" and "I’ll see you later.”
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And I just cant hide my frustration,
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When there’s so much more you could have done,
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Like given me hope and attention instead of ignore,
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No I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind because he is just a boy,
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Cause we are children,
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We are merely children,
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And he is just a boy,
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So I separated all the things that I have hated,
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With the victories I’ve won,
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And the biggest one was you,
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You don’t know my street or the size of my feet or,
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Or the time it took to grow,
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‘Cause these are things you should know
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Father
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| Ellie Goulding |
