I've got the sun and the sea in my closet,
But I still can't shut my eyes at night,
Or relax the curvature of my spine
For fear of the opening door.
Maybe we were born this way:
Worry eyed and twitchy fingered.
As natural as this may be,
I've never seen a girl cry in the wild.
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