| I look in the mirror, I stand one eighty five
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| I’m glad I’m not too short, I’m glad that I’m alive
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| There’s sometimes on a bad day, I got no self esteem
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| Especially when I see those shiny color magazines
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| Lord, you know I can see the picture now
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| Of the transformation they could do for me
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| If I was dumb enough I’d pick up that phone
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| And get in line, and they could stretch my sallow skin until it shines
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| Desire and envy, welling up in your heart
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| You wanna take a hammer to your next door neighbours car
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| So you dream of the good life, and how the fantasy burns
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| Makes you gamble on the tv, but you’ll never ever learn
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| One in a million is better odds than you’ve got
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| But you still believe that this could be the one
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| Why don’t you just relax and try to concieve the perfect plan
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| Or you can rub your lucky charm until it shines
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| Until it shines
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| You spent your heart and money on a house of cards
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| Not knowing which way the wind will blow
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| Invested all your loveing on a crazy whim
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| And there’s no telling where she’ll go
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| So you spend your time dreaming, thinking how it used to be
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| 'Til you come to know the meaning of regreat
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| You’ve convinced yourself that everything’s going how it ought to be,
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| in your head
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| You’re polishing the dirt until it shines
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| Lord until it shines, oh
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| Until it shines
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| Lord until it shines, oh
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| All that we’re praying for, it ain’t always what we find
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| So all of us sit waiting for the sun until it shines |