It was a blind winter when she headed off,
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written on her head was "failure to conform"
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She had her left hand apon a stick but she'd had enough
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so she threw away her one way home.
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She said "I'm just another girl who wants to know
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just where you think it's written down,
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this way that we should go."
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She said "I'm just another girl who wants to know
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just where you think it's written down,
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this way that we should go..."
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It was a black winter night as she stumbled on
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and with every step grew closer to the ground.
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She knew her one chance of living on was to strip away
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all the colours that were casting her astray.
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She said "I'm just another girl who wants to know
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just where you think it's written down,
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this way that we should go."
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She said "I'm just another girl who wants to know
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just where you think it's written down,
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this way that we should go..."
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So with a fever of 43 she surrendered there,
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ready for the world to take her as their own.
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But as she lay there the people stared as they carried on,
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feeling terrified of her stripped to the bone...
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She said "I'm just another girl who wants to know
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just where you think it's written down,
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this way that we should go."
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She said "I'm just another girl who wants to know
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just where you think it's written down,
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this way that we should go..."
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Blind Winter
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| Missy Higgins |
