Carol Gilligan

You are not a blade of grass
You are a ruby with an iron side
The only one there ever was
The only one to turn the tide

Brother please, just talk to me
... Searching for a meaning
Brother when I'm struggling inside
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Discovering their most ancient treaties
I was ... when your hands began to cry

Honestly, searching me
It hurts us when you're wrong
It hurts to leave
And honestly, searching me
It hurts us when you're wrong
It hurts to leave

Like the dead of night like the door that creaks
Like that girl you hit...
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Is it you versus me?
You think these ... would set you free?
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