It’s a shame what I thought of herwhen I saw her that way.It didn’t change what you thought of her.She’s been your daughter since she was made.Since I was made, I’ve been leaving.I’d say I’d change but I wouldn’t believe it.It’s ’cause my legs, they don’t forget.When they find a way out, they’ll always take it.Oooh we don’tNooh we don’twe don’t know how we got here,the way is overgrown.Oooh we don’tNooh we don’twe don’t know how we became this.She has a name but I don’t have to know’cause all I’m after is all she has to show.We cannot save, we can’t even slowour loss of innocence every new child has to grow.Oooh we don’tNooh we don’twe don’t know how we got here,the way is overgrown.Oooh we don’tNooh we don’twe don’t know how we became this.by piterdouça: myspace.com/venoreband