Because she made it through.
We used to say for fun,
Let's say you lived, and then you did
You speak to the weak, an old picture of me
Everybody says they want to be free
and it's a decision, so I am leaving
And I don't want your hand-me-downs
They're old, they're all worn out
No, I don't want to hang around
I don't want your hand-me-downs.
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