| Rose girls in glass vases
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| Perfect bodies, perfect faces
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| They all belong in magazines
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| Those girls the boys are chasing
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| Winning all the games they’re playing
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| They’re always in a different league
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| Stretching toward the sky like I don’t care
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| Wishing you could see me standing there
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| But I’m a sunflower, a little funny
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| If I was a rose, maybe you’d want me
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| If I could, I’d change overnight
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| And turn into something you’d like
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| But I’m a sunflower, a little funny
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| If I was a rose, maybe you’d pick me
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| But I know you don’t have a clue
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| This sunflower’s waiting for you
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| Waiting for you
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| No thorns in this dimension
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| Hiding this fear of rejection
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| This high I’ve never felt so small
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| Not used to this attention
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| Permanently in suspension
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| I wish I didn’t care at all
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| Stretching toward the sky like I don’t care
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| Wishing you could see me standing there
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| But I’m a sunflower, a little funny
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| If I was a rose, maybe you’d want me
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| If I could, I’d change overnight
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| And turn into something you’d like
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| But I’m a sunflower, a little funny
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| If I was a rose, maybe you’d pick me
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| But I know you don’t have a clue
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| This sunflower’s waiting for you
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| Waiting for you
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| I’m a sunflower, a little funny
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| If I was a rose, maybe you’d pick me
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| But I know you don’t have a clue
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| This sunflower’s waiting for you
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| Waiting for you |