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That white picket fence that you see in my yard
It's new, it's not been there before
The same thing is true of the bars on the windows
And the lock that you'll find on the door
I'm afraid now, you see
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid of the pain that I'll find
I've felt the pain now
It's broken my heart
People can be so unkind
I know they weren't born with their picket fence
It grew when they stepped out of line
But now you can't tell
The difference between
Their picket fence...
And mine