| «And its something
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| And she knows, and she knows
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| That its nothing to cry about
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| And I’m walking
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| Through halls and through walls
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| And she’s changing everyday
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| And she’s a beautiful nightmare
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| Who will know what she’ll wear next year
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| And I’m walking on thin air
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| Won’t you show me the way out of here
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| And she’s thinking
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| Where to go and she goes
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| And she’s breaking all of my falls
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| And she’s laughing
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| At all of her own jokes
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| And I’m sleeping
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| And she’s still awake
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| And she’s a beautiful nightmare
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| Who will know what she’ll wear next year
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| And I’m walking on thin air
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| Won’t you show me the way out of here
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| And I’m not the one
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| To tell her what she’s doing wrong
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| And I’m not the one
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| And she’s a beautiful nightmare
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| Who will know what she’ll wear next year
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| And I’m walking on thin air
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| Won’t you show me the way out of here
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| And she’s a beautiful nightmare
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| That I’ve been dreaming about for years
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| And I’m walking on mine-fields
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| Won’t you show me a way out of here |