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written by Vonda Shepard |
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recorded by Vonda Shepard |
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appears on the albums "By 7:30" |
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and "Heart and Soul: New Songs From Ally McBeal" |
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Skinny little brats |
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Walking down Avenue A |
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Dangling their cigarettes |
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Their Independence Day |
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Tears like filigrees |
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Wear them on their sleeves |
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Nobody's main squeeze |
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It's thirty-five degrees |
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Poetry of ordinary life |
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Is what I live for |
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They just wanna be seen |
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They just wanna be heard...said |
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My words are like Confetti |
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And you never pick them up |
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They fall onto the ground |
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I need someone to lift me up |
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So diaphanous, so ephemeral |
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And all those bad words |
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They never learned in school |
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Groovy like my mamma was |
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In her black turtle neck |
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She was so high strung |
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She was so low tech |
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Poetry and tattooed dreams |
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And fourteen caret nose rings |
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The children of elite |
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Are trying to be street saying |
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My words are like confetti |
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And you never pick them up |
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They fall onto the ground |
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I need someone to lift me up |
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My words are like confetti |
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And you never pick them up |
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They fall onto the ground |
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I need someone to lift me up |
