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she's looking in the mirrorshe's fixing her hairand I touch my head to feelwhat isn't thereshe's humming a melodywe learned in grade schoolshe's so happyand I thinkthis is not cool'cause I know the guyshe's been talking about
I have met him beforeand I thinkwhat is this beautiful beautiful womansettling for?she bends her breathwhen she talks to him
I can see her features begin to bluras she pours herselfinto the mold he made for herand for everything he doesshe has a way to rationalizeshe says he don't mean what he doshe tells me he calledto apologizehe says he loves herhe says he's changingand he can keep her warmand so she sits there like americasuffering through slow reformbut she'll never get back the timeand the years sneak byone by oneshe is still playing the martyr
I am still praying for revloutionand she still doesn't have what she deservesbut she wakes up smiling every dayshe never really expected morethat's just not the way we are raisedand I say to her,you know,there's plenty of really great men out therebut she doesn't hear meshe's looking in the mirrorshe's fixing her hair
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