As a child You have a doll You see this doll Sitting in her chair You watch her face Her knees apart Her eyes of glass In a secretive stare She seems to She seems to She seems to Have a life Pick up a stick Dig up a crack Dirt in the street Becomes a town All of the people Depend on you Not to hurt them Or bang the stick comes down And they seem to They seem to They seem to Have a life As a child You see yourself And wonder why You can't seem to move Hand on the doorknob Feel like a thing One foot on the sidewalk Too much to prove And you learn to You learn to You learn to
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