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IN A RUT
I started running before I could walk
I ran towards a goal in my head
Now I'm stuck in a quagmire
Now I wish I were dead
Sometimes I talk before I think
Sometimes I regret what I said
Sometimes my mouth gets me in trouble
Sometimes I wish I were dead
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Thinking of the hole I've dug
And I'll die and I'll die and I'll die
If this hole is one I can't get out of
I cry I die I cry I die
I hate this life
I started growing old in my youth
I dug my heels in the sand
I died my hair and pierced my tongue
I'll slit my throat, watch my hand
I'm an old woman at 21
An old woman set in her ways
I have a life I can not change
I'll be old till the end of days
CHORUS
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