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just the thought of our bed
makes me crumble like the plaster
where you punched the wall beside my bed
and I try to draw the line
but it ends up running down the middle of me
most of the time I was locked
into being my mother's daughter
I was just eating bread and water
thinking nothing ever changes
and I was shocked to see
the mistakes of each generation
will just fade like a radio station
if you drive
out of range

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