| I feel like Elizabeth Taylor
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| This could be a movie
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| I feel like Elizabeth Taylor
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| Red lips, dark hair
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| Alone in my trailer
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| Under my white shirt
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| Heart like stone
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| Wearing fake designer and pearls
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| I’ve loved, I’ve lost and loved again
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| But here I am, on my own
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| I feel like Elizabeth Taylor
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| «Do I make you nervous?»
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| I feel like Elizabeth Taylor
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| And not just on the surface
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| I’ve loved, I’ve lost and loved again
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| But here I am, here I stand
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| I’ve loved, I’ve lost and loved again
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| But here I am
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| Another lesson learned
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| Another lesson learned
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| I feel like Elizabeth Taylor
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| At the after party
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| In a room full of strangers
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| Just me and my Bacardi
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| Thinking of an old movie
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| And the roles that we’d play
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| Sometimes I look back
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| And I wish that you’d stayed
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| I’ve loved, I’ve lost and loved again
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| But here I am on my own
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| I’ve loved, I’ve lost and loved again
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| But here I am, here I stand
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| I’ve loved, I’ve lost and loved again
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| But here I am
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| Another lesson learned
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| Ooooh, ooh, ooh
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| Red lips, dark hair
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| Oooh, ooh, oh
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| «Do I make you nervous?»
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| It’s another lesson learned
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| Another lesson learned
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| Another lesson learned
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| I’ve loved, I’ve lost and loved again
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| But here I am, here I stand
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| I’ve loved, I’ve lost and loved again
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| But here I am
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| Another lesson learned
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| No one could tame me
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| Another lesson learned
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| No one could tame me
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| Another lesson learned
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| Another lesson learned |