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she was all alone
she looked round and around
forever searching
incessant drudgery
but she had that someone wrapped up in a box
sticking pins and needles through the tiny cracks
she had someone she owned
and it's hard to confess
I was that someone
and she could care less
she's got (she's got)
a cause (she thinks she has)
least I have my address
in her stranglehold
lived my life around her
and I lived my life as I was told
had me coming and going and coming and going like a toy
turned me from a man into a sniveling little boy
she's got (she's got)
a cause (she thinks she has)
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