| I know you won’t get very far
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| With the back seat driver in the carpetbagger
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| With the dagger heart grabber stuck in your car
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| And the yard is grown to a hilt
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| And the money spent money spent where it went
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| Embarrassment, embarrassment to pay for the car
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| And the man who left you for dead
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| He’s the heart grabber back stabber double cheater wife beater
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| You don’t need that man in your life
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| And you worked yourself to the bone
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| While the people say what they say
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| It’s the neighbors anyway
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| They don’t know what’s good for your life
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| And I see your head hangs low
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| In the black shadow, half shadow
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| Living room is fitting room is sitting room is fit for your crying
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| Don’t be ashamed—don't hide in your room
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| For the woman is, woman is the glorious victorious
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| The mother of the heart of the world
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| Djohariah Djohariah, etc.
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| And the time you held to the light
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| When water ran water ran with the strange attic
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| And when the walls were wet with your life
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| And you pushed yourself to the floor
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| And the spirit went where it went
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| Hovering discovering uncovering your life, on the floor
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| And the walls were wet with your love
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| For the mother is, the mother is the glorious victorious
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| The mother of the heart of the world
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| Don’t be ashamed, don’t hide from me now
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| For the woman is the woman is the glorious victorious
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| The mother of the heart of the world
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| Djohariah Djohariah, etc.
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| Don’t be ashamed, don’t cry in the bath
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| For it’s the story of, story of, morning glory story
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| It’s the gloriole that comes to your path
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| There is a time when the lights will arise
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| For the mother is, the mother is the glorious victorious
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| The mother of the heart of the world
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| Go on! |
| Little sister! |
| Go on!
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| For your world is yours, world is yours
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| All the wilderness of world is yours to enjoy
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| Go on! |
| Little sister! |
| Go on! |
| Little sister!
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| For your world is yours, world is yours
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| All the wilderness of world is yours
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| Go on! |
| Little sister! |
| Go on! |
| Little sister!
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| For your world is yours, world is yours
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| All the wilderness of world is yours
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| Go on! |
| Little sister! |
| Go on!
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| For you’re beautiful, beautiful
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| All the fullness of the world is yours |