| I go out walking on a day less bleak
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| Money in my pocket and salt on the street
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| Cause I wanna see myself the way the windows do
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| Like someone in a movie, soft yellow and blue
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| I got a new way of walking
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| But you’re not chasing me
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| Why’s everybody sitting on the fence
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| When they could fall for me
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| I want a name like Gloria Love
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| All the boys ask me to ride in their cars
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| And I wish I could run when the going gets tough
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| But I never get that, I never get that far
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| I throw a party for nobody but me (just me)
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| My face in the carpet and the sound of the TV
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| Cause I want to see myself the way the ceilings do
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| Like a drop in the ocean, soft yellow and blue
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| I got a new way of talking
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| But you’re not calling me
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| Why’s everybody sitting on the fence
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| When they could fall for me
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| I want a name like Gloria Love
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| All the boys ask me to ride in their cars
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| And I wish I could run when the going gets tough
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| But I never get that, I never get that
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| I never get that, ooh, I never get that
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| I never get that, ooh I never get that far
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |