I was a backing track.
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Saving my green voice's back.
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Disguising the obvious,
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That I had no-one to sing for.
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I lived in a paper bin.
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Which I lived curled up and forgotten in.
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With an unfinished lovers hymn
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Tattooed on my forehead.
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Oh, oh, oh, where were you?
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Had I known you then,
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The outcome would have been better.
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I got used to the treadmill love
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Where no matter how fast you run,
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You're stuck at the starting point,
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Only exhausted.
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I was the anonymous author
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Of songs I'd not dared to share.
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Lacking the audience of a lover's ear.
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Oh, oh, oh,
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Oh, oh, oh, where were you?
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Had I know you then,
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The outcome would have been better.
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You could have prevented this.
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You could have prevented this.
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You could have prevented this.
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You could have prevented this.
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You could have prevented this.
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You could have prevented this.
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You could have prevented this.
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You could have prevented -
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Oh, oh, oh, where were you?
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Had you known me then,
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The outcome would have been better.
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Where Were You
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| Maria Mena |
