Church every Sunday
with your farm-hand husband
praying you wont end up like she did
miserable, like she is.
You don't wanna be
a carbon-copy Katie
a broken record baby
you could be happy maybe
if your dreams would just come true
you do your work
everyday swallow your emotions
and tuck them away
it's not easy to be your own girl
it could be worth a shot, go on
give it a whirl!
You don't wanna be a
carbon-copy Katie
you wanna see that wheel of Karma turn
it's not enough to stand against the wind.
Take the past and let it burn again
across the sea you run to a new town
maybe this place'll really fit
turns out your burning wasn't enough
the ashes lie where they sit
get up start another round
try to make sense of it.
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