| Falling down by the way-side she’s afraid to touch anything, Afraid it’ll turn
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| to stone like everything else has in her life
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| She can see past the manufacturing dump, she can see through walls.
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| She can persuade the entire lunch room to walk out on strike
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| But they always come back to work the next day on the dot, 7am she knows what
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| ails them
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| Her friends know her so well, they’ve lost all their sympathy. |
| Her old
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| boyfriend’s always hanging around stealing her identity
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| They set the stage to hide, She can’t stand on it. |
| She can fly a knife around
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| the room, she can smash the glass
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| She can’t stand on the stage. |
| She can’t stand on the stage
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| She can’t stand the stage. |
| She can set the stage but she can’t stand on it
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| They must be burn no plane for fuel like the sea man planned today,
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| that’s the reason why the sky’s all the colours in the rainbow
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| She says «Oh no, not another band» she thinks its to late to take up the bass,
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| stare in to the jaded face
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| Oh, colour co-ordinated Doc Marten shoes, Doc Marten hair, plaid combination
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| Commercials make her mad, commercials make her really mad. |
| Commercials are
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| little funerals for every lost
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| They set the stage to hide, She can’t stand on it. |
| She can fly a knife around
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| the room, she can smash the glass
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| She can’t stand on the stage. |
| She can’t stand the stage
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| She can’t stand on the stage. |
| She can’t stand the stage. |
| She can smash the
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| glass, but she can’t stand on it |