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Hold out in a pout, maybe she'll find you again
So conceited and it's just when you needed a friend
The more you prayed her faith was true
The less impressed she was with you
The first to make her sky come blue
The last she'd ever widen to
No rephrasing the ways of a child so lost
Look above her for the kind of a sign she has crossed
Her mind was opened up by you
She tried to run with what she knew
Her laughing witness gave no clue
He does not look the same as you
All done with her fun, saving what put you ahead
No estrangement from the angels who slept in your bed
They know whose window they went through
They heard the cry and in they flew
Whatever harm the children do
They can not see the same as you
Her mind was opened up by you
She tried to run with what she knew
Her laughing witness gave no clue
He does not look the same as you
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| © 2007, 2010. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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