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All dressed up in mothers clothes
Which seems odd 'cause mother tries
To dress like you, to feel like new
Don't know what's true, 'til you talk about it
Just go blank again, these faces never change
Fashions just conditioned, washed through dyed hair
Five minutes is all it takes, to add five years
Or to take away, fading like the years
As trainers were, built up to shoes
Was all this charted, through hours wasted
Looking for signs, or the turn of a head
"Mum will kill me," or does she care?
Do you know, all about
Going home, all nerve shattered
Can you tell me, was it worth it
For anything at all
