| Flesh and bones, giving in
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| I can’t see the fog I’m in
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| But it’s there, in my eyes
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| In my car, in the sky
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| I’m so tired, weekend in
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| I’m an unproductive sin
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| Special lady with her issues
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| You can sue me if I kiss you
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| I’m a wasted girl and I don’t know how
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| I’m a wasted girl and I don’t know how
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| I’m a wasted girl, I’m a wasted girl
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| I’m a wasted nun and I don’t have fun
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| Turn over, turn over, turn over
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| Make myself tough, making my commotion
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| Going through these motions
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| Let me in through the door
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| I can’t find it if you hide it
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| Under my skin, I need more
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| I won’t mind it if I find it
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| I’m a wasted girl and I don’t know how
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| I’m a wasted girl and I don’t know how
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| I’m a wasted girl, I’m a wasted girl
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| I’m a wasted nun and I don’t have fun
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| Flesh and bones, giving in
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| I can’t see the fog I’m in
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| But it’s there, in my eyes
|
| In my car, in the sky
|
| I’m so tired, weekend in
|
| I’m an unproductive sin
|
| Special lady with her issues
|
| You can sue me if I kiss you
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| I’m a wasted girl, I’m a wasted girl
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| I’m a wasted nun and I don’t have fun |