| Swimming through a situation
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| Overwrought with apple seeds and awful poems
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| And it’s perpetual
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| Everybody everybody everybody everybody
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| Told you so
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| They say «I told you so.»
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| Singing before seven and you’re crying by eleven
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| And the bridges overflow
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| But everybody laughing at you
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| Is missing all the action that you buried there under the snow
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| Jenny never worried about the future
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| When she used to have a chaperone
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| She wasn’t happy though
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| She would lose her mind a sentence at a time
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| And call me on the telephone
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| It was uncomfortable
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| Singing before seven and you’re crying by eleven
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| So the story goes
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| But god is always laughing every time you make a plan
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| So you can never really know
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| And everybody’s gonna tell you something different, anyway
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| They think they know but they don’t
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| So if you’re looking over the edge
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| Where the skyline extends
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| And you don’t see your friends
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| (they were right behind you…)
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| But now what did you learn
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| From those factory girls
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| And the rest of the world coming to find you?
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| Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny
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| So theatrical
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| So theatrical
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| Keep it with your secrets
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| In the cabinet with epaulette’s and birth control
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| And don’t let no one know
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| Singing before seven you’ll be crying by eleven
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| And your tears could float a boat
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| And god is always laughing every time you make a plan
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| So you can bury your hands in the snow |