The waiting is the hardest part.
We're into the great wide open.
I feel like a refugee.
All the good girls are home with broken hearts, and I'm free-fallin'.
Stop draggin' my heart around.
In so many places where we were told we were going to win, it's clear that we're learning to fly, but we ain't got wings.
But I'll stand my ground, and I won't back down.
Handle me with care.
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