| Maybe it’s the irony
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| That part of me is torn
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| Maybe it’s a comedy, a tragedy reborn
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| They wanna talk about the white dress
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| White vest and paper plates
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| Don’t wanna talk about the secrets, mind games
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| That never end
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| You don’t know how close you were to being number one
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| You don’t know how close you were to having all the fun
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| I could cry, cry, cry
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| Or ask myself why again
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| But it’s not an ordinary world
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| And you’re not an ordinary girl
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| So you want to be the one to save the world
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| Someday, alone
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| Till you make a little big mistake
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| And nowhere feels like home
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| I wonder if there’ll be a likeness, I guess
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| It all depends
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| I wonder if you’ll be a princess, mindless
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| Can we be friends?
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| You don’t know how close you were to being number one
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| You don’t know how close you were to having all the fun
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| I could cry, cry, cry
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| Or ask myself why again
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| But it’s not an ordinary world
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| And you’re not an ordinary girl
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| You don’t know how close you were to being number one
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| You don’t know how close you were to having all the fun
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| I could cry, cry, cry
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| Or ask myself why again
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| You don’t know how close you were to being number one
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| You don’t know how close you were to having all the fun
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| I could cry, cry, cry
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| Or ask myself why again
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| But it’s not an ordinary world
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| And you’re not an ordinary girl
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| 'Cause it’s not an ordinary world
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| And you’re not an ordinary girl |