(Source: I'm Not Bossy, I'm the Boss)
| She is a harbour, |
| And has not harbour. |
| She is only 'she' in inverted commas. |
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| She's not well aware |
| In certain areas; |
| Lost girl in there, |
| Building stupid castles in the stupid air. |
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| She lost a boy she loved |
| Because he was Maya, |
| Always Maya. |
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| Harbour, Harbour; |
| No man is her father. |
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| She fought for something holy, |
| Found only the dreams of Don Quixote, |
| Fumbling to get back what's stolen, |
| Thinking pain could be plastered over. |
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| She lost all else she loved, |
| Same time she lost that boy she loved. |
| And they said, "Call it Maya. |
| Go ahead call it Maya." |
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| But it's not all Maya, well, |
| A broken fourteen year old girl |
| Hasn't been allowed to tell |
| What actually happened in hell, |
| What happened in hell. |
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| Harbour, |
| No man is her father. |
| Harbour, Harbour; |
| No man is her father. |
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