| It’s all become a fantasy
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| She sits and reads about Tiffany’s
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| I moan all day about the state of the world
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| And the sun beats down
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| Her book if full of pastel shades
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| Filigree Femmes in lusts of jade
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| While all around the bullets flew
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| And the sun beats down
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| Oh heavy heart, as deep as the endless sea
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| A thought for every fish, why don’t you let them be Your book’s so frivol, but I’m tired of mine
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| Show me some
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| Make me laugh and make me sing
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| Dancing girls
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| Make me laugh and make me sing
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| Dancing girls
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| So many years but nothing’s changed
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| We curse the fire but we still feed it’s flames
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| My cards repeating the same sad song
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| Why don’t you put them down?
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| Tonight is young, as young as she needs to be There’s room for love, as much as there needs to be Show me a drink, show me a smile
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| Show me some
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| Make me laugh and make me sing
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| Dancing girls
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| Make me laugh and make me sing
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| Dancing girls |