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You win a prize for that
For telling lies like that
So well that I believed it
And never felt cheated

You were the chosen one
The pure eyes of Noah's dove
Choir boys and angels
Stole your lips and your halo

In your reckless mind
You act as if you've got more lives
In your reckless eyes
You only have time and your love of danger
To it your no stranger

In that August breeze
Of those forgotten trees
Your time was set for leaving
Come a colder season

In your reckless mind
You act as if you've got more lives
In your reckless eyes
It's never too late for a chance to seize some
Final breath of freedom
Very, so very wise

Don't reveal it
I'm tired, tired of knowing
Where it is you're going

In your reckless mind
You act as if you've got more lives
In your reckless eyes
You only have time and your love of danger
To it you're no stranger

In your reckless mind
You act as if you've got more lives
In your reckless eyes
It's never too late for a chance to seize
Some final breath of freedom

Songwriter
Natalie Merchant

Seen him run outside
Looking for a place to hide
From his father
The kid half naked
And said to myself
"Oh, what's the matter here?

I'm tired of the excuses
Everybody uses
He's your kid
Do as you see fit
But who gave you the right
To do this?

We live on Morgan Street
Just ten feet between
And his mother, I never see her
But her screams and cussing
Well I hear them every day

Threats like
If you don't mind
I will beat on your behind
Slap you, slap you silly
Made me say
"Oh, what's the matter here?

I'm tired of the excuses
Everybody uses
He's your kid
Just do as you see fit
But get this through
That I don't approve
Of what you did
To your own flesh and blood

Oh I have heard the excuses
Everybody uses
He's your kid
Just do as you see fit
But get this through
That I don't approve
Of what you did
To your own flesh and blood

Well if you don't sit
In your chair straight
I'll take this belt
From around my waist
And don't you think
That I won't use it

Answer me and take your time
What could be the awful crime
He could do at so young an age?
If I'm the only witness to your madness
Offer me some words to balance
Out what I see and what I hear

All these cold and rude
Things that you do
I suppose you do
Because he belongs to you
And instead of love
And the feel of warmth
You've given him these cuts
And sores that don't heal with time or his age

And I want to say, "Hi"
Want to say
"What's the matter here?"
But I don't dare say
"What's the matter here?"
But I don't dare say

Songwriters
HUG, SUSANNE/SEYMOUR, ADAM