After 17

Her right hand closed the front porch door
 Suddenly a child no more
 All the ribbons all the bows in a box now on her closet floor
 Anxious for what's to come
 Afraid to leave a place she loves
 She's not a woman not a girl
 Trying to find her place in this crazy world
 Meet a lover make a friend
 Try and figure out what this life really means
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 After 17
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 Broken hearts and rusted dreams
 Sometimes make it hard to leave and
 Certainty is out of reach even with some self believe
 So she bites her lip and shows a smile
 Flips her hair and flaunts her style
 She's not a woman not a girl
 Trying to find her place in this crazy world
 Meet a lover make a friend
 Try and figure out what this life really means
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 After 17
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 Her memories she stowed away
 Pulls them out on rainy days
 And brand new faces take their place beside the ones
 that never fade she's strong and fragile, weak and smart
 Whatever the cost she plays the part
 She's not a woman not a girl
 Trying to find her place in this crazy world
 Meet a lover make a friend
 Try and figure out what this life really means
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 After 17
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 Her right hand closed the front porch door
 And suddenly a child no more