Vaida Marea Biography

I, too, sing America
The melody is quiet but still passes my lips
I am the elusive ingenue
The restless whisper of a wood nymph
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I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
Young, and more shelled-tered than I care to believe.
Shape-shifting through life...A metamorphosis.
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My heart of glass is so full of you
But it shatters and breaks from the things that you do
'Cause you sang me that song
And it broke me in two
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You study me, like you're seeing me for the first time
So young and delicate, it would be so simple to hurt me
But my mind's so cynical, you forget the girl in me
You concentrate on my hostile eyes
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