| You can tell
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| From the scars on my arms
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| And cracks in my hips
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| And the dents in my car
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| And the blisters on my lips
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| That I’m not the carefullest of girls
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| You can tell
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| From the glass on the floor
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| And the strings that’re breaking
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| And I keep on breaking more
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| And it looks like I am shaking
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| But it’s just the temperature
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| And then again
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| If it were any colder I could disengage
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| If I were any older I would act my age
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| But I don’t think that you’d believe me
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| It’s
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| Not
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| The
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| Way
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| I’m
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| Meant
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| To
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| Be
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| It’s just the way the operation made me
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| And you can tell
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| From the state of my room
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| That they let me out too soon
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| And the pills that I ate
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| Came a couple years too late
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| And I’ve got some issues to work through
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| There I go again
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| Pretending to be you
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| Make-believing
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| That I have a soul beneath the surface
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| Trying to convince you
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| It was accidentally on purpose
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| I am not so serious
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| This passion is a plagiarism
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| I might join your century
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| But only on a rare occasion
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| I was taken out
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| Before the labor pains set in and now
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| Behold the world’s worst accident
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| I am the girl anachronism
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| And you can tell
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| By the red in my eyes
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| And the bruises on my thighs
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| And the knots in my hair
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| And the bathtub full of flies
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| That I’m not right now at all
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| There I go again
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| Pretending that I’ll fall
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| Don’t call the doctors
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| Cause they’ve seen it all before
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| They’ll say just
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| Let
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| Her
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| Crash
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| And
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| Burn
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| She’ll learn
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| The attention just encourages her
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| And you can tell
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| From the full-body cast
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| That you’re sorry that you asked
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| Though you did everything you could
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| (Like any decent person would)
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| But I might be catching so don’t touch
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| You’ll start believeing you’re immune to gravity and stuff
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| Don’t get me wet
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| Because the bandages will all come off
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| You can tell
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| From the smoke at the stake
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| That the current state is critical
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| Well it is the little things, for instance:
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| In the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
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| Please excuse her for the day, it’s just the way the medication makes her…
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| I don’t necessarily believe there is a cure for this
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| So I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
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| I was too precarious removed as a caesarian
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| Behold the world’s worst accident:
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| I am the girl anachronism (I am the girl anachronism)
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| I am the girl anachronism (I am the girl anachronism)
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| I am the girl (I am the girl)
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| I am the girl…
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| I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM! |