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out of rangejust the thought of our bed makes me crumble like the plaster where you punched the wall beside my head and i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time boys get locked up in some prison girls get locked up in some house and it don't matter if it's a warden or a lover or a spouse you just can't talk to 'em you just can't reason you just can't leave and you just can't please 'em i was locked into being my mother's daughter i was just eating bread and water thinking nothing ever changes then i was shocked to see the mistakes of each generation will just fade like a radio station if you drive out of range if you're not angry then you're just stupid or you don't care how else can you react when you know something's so unfair when the men of the hour can kill half the world in war or make them slaves to a superpower and then let them die poor i was locked into being my mother's daughter i was just eating bread and water thinking nothing ever changes then i was shocked to see the mistakes of each generation will just fade like a radio station if you drive out of range just the thought of our bed makes me crumble like the plaster where you punched the wall beside my head and i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time baby i love you that's why i'm leaving there's just no talking to you and there's just no pleasing you and i care enough that i'm mad that half the world don't even know what they could'a had i was locked into being my mother's daughter i was just eating bread and water thinking nothing ever changes then i was shocked to see the mistakes of each generation will just fade like a radio station if you drive you just gotta drive out of range © 1994 ani difranco / righteous babe music |
