| I am fabulous
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| You are fabulous
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| We’re all fabulous sarcastic bastards
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| Thinking of daisy fields
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| Where nobody really feels
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| It’s all too much fabulous
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| Don’t let it get you down
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| And I know I should take all these moments and bottle them up
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| So I can remember them later
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| What about later?
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| Shouldn’t I bottle it too?
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| I’ve got a whole shelf of time
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| Can’t think of a single day
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| And I’m wasting away
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| Wasting my time wishing the world would fuck off
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| At least then I could be bitter
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| But now I’m just fabulous
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| You are fabulous
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| We’re so fucking fabulous
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| We don’t even know it
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| I wish I was more afflicted
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| I’d take it all out on you
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| We’d be so fabulous
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| Without even trying
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| And I know
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| I should take all these words and bottle 'em up
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| So I can spew 'em out when somebody’s listening
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| But who would be listening?
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| I have nothing to say
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| Which is weird 'cause I’ve always got something to say
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| And I’m wasting away
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| Wasting my time wishing the world would fuck off
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| At least then I could be bitter
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| Thinking of rainy days
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| So just stay away
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| I’ll be fabulous before you know it
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| I’ll wait for the day when I get home
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| Somebody at the door
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| Who thinks I am fabulous
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| Without even trying |