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She loves her mama's lemonade, |
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Hates the sounds that goodbyes make. |
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She prays one day she'll find someone to need her. |
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She swears that there's no difference, |
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Between the lies and complements. |
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It's all the same if everybody leaves her. |
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And every magazine tells her she's not good enough, |
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The pictures that she sees make her cry. |
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And she would change everything, everything just ask her. |
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Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster, |
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And she needs someone to take her home. |
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She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant, |
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Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction. |
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She never stays the same for long, |
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Assuming that she'll get it wrong. |
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Perfect only in her imperfection. |
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She's not a drama queen, |
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She doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen but tired |
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She would change everything for happy ever after. |
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Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster, |
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But she just needs someone to take her home. |
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Cuz she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's ok. |
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And she would change everything, everything just ask her. |
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Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster, |
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And she would change everything for happy ever after. |
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Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster, |
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But she just needs someone to take her home |
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And just needs someone to take her home. |
