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Bethlehem

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Жанры : female vocalists singer-songwriter pop alternative rock

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Pulling on the apron strings looking up
Standing on the chair to be grown up
I feel so little, I need my pillow
I hate the time, I hate the clock
I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock

Sunday`s pancakes Miss Mary Mack
Color Polariods show my heart attack
In my second-hand pants and dusty shoes
The day that the playground laughed at my shoes
It`s my birthday next week and what I want please
Is to turn on the heat so the fish won`t freeze
The fish in the tank froze and died last week
Oh I want to be a dog or I want to be a leaf

Quarry miners, fishermen
In my town of Bethlehem
Picket fences, church at ten
No star above my Bethlehem

Now I`m only 16 and I think I have an ulcer
I`m hiding my sex behind a dirty sweatshirt
I`ve lost five pounds these past few days
Trying to be class president and get straight A`s, well,
Who gives a shit about that anyway?
I want to be a dog or a lump of clay

Chorus

Still I`m tired of standing still
Tired of living - still
Everyday I dream of leaving

Everybody`s talking about Becky`s bust
The boys on the basketball team just fuck
The same ten girls, who don`t know who they are
They`re looking for some comfort in the back of a car
The six-packs of beer, the locker room jeers
I don`t want to be me, I don`t want to be here

Chorus

Red brick schoolhouse, dead end dirt roads, daffodils
No star above my Bethlehem

I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock
I don`t want to be me, I don`t want to be here
Bethlehem

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