Emily

Emily shrugs and drags her heels as she takes the guided tour
It seemed like such an amazing deal when she was lookin' at the brochure
Stuck on a bus with strangers
Wishin' she could be at home with me

Poor little Emily
How does it feel to be free?

Lyin' in bed
The pain in my head
From runnin' around all day
Tryin' to find what was rightfully mine
But I ran out of things to say
Runnin' around with strangers
Wishin' she could run away with me

Poor little Emily
How does it feel to be free?

From familiar fingertips
To a persecuted grip
From the pan into the fire
Now a thread becomes a wire
Under which you must crawl
Through a ditch and over the wall

Emily works her fingers right down to her aching bones
While my aching head's got me stuck in bed
Working on being alone
Working around the clock
Wishing she had worked it out with me
Poor little Emily
How does it feel to be free?
Poor little Emily
How does it feel to be free?
Poor little Emily
How does it feel to be free?

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