"I am my own." She walked away. Her memories will lie burnt into the earthly flesh, while her dreams are "away." There is a hungry longing for a purity that can not be offered by the dying statues around her. They have been worn and they are musicians of such flaws that for a while, even she was buried alive. Her young, fragile body can not be the
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Holdin' ___
And lovin' her
Then ___ came along, loved me strong,
that's what I thought
But me and ___,
That died, too.
Don't know that I will but until I can find me
A boy who'll stay and wont play games behind me
I'll be what I am
A solitary woman
A solitary woman
I've had it to here being where love's a small world
A part time thing A paper ring
I know it's been done havin' one boy who loves you
Right or wrong weak or strong
Don't know that I will but until I can find me
A boy who'll stay and won't play games behind me
I'll be what I am
We are strong mama, we can take it and come out better. You especially, you have a good heart.
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