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Song title: Paula Cole - Bethlehem

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Pulling on the apron strings looking up
Standing on the chair to be grown up
I feel so little, I need my pillow
I hate the time, I hate the clock
I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock

Sundays pancakes miss mary mack
Color polariods show my heart attack
In my second-hand pants and dusty shoes
The day that the playground laughed at my shoes
Its my birthday next week and what I want please
Is to turn on the heat so the fish wont freeze
The fish in the tank froze and died last week
Oh I want to be a dog or I want to be a leaf

Quarry miners, fishermen
In my town of bethlehem
Picket fences, church at ten
No star above my bethlehem

Now Im only 16 and I think I have an ulcer
Im hiding my sex behind a dirty sweatshirt
Ive lost five pounds these past few days
Trying to be class president and get straight as, well,
Who gives a shit about that anyway?
I want to be a dog or a lump of clay

Chorus

Still Im tired of standing still
Tired of living - still
Everyday I dream of leaving

Everybodys talking about beckys bust
The boys on the basketball team just fuck
The same ten girls, who dont know who they are
Theyre looking for some comfort in the back of a car
The six-packs of beer, the locker room jeers
I dont want to be me, I dont want to be here

Chorus

Red brick schoolhouse, dead end dirt roads, daffodils
No star above my bethlehem

I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock
I dont want to be me, I dont want to be here
Bethlehem

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