| She smokes like there is no tomorrow
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| She says it makes her feel alive
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| She drinks her wine like it is water
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| Because she feels dry inside
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| She drives her car like it’s a bullet
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| She says that time is slipping away
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| She never thinks about her future
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| It’s a million miles away
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| She’s falling down
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| It feels like a paisley shade
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| She’s falling down
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| It feels like a paisley shade
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| She’s falling down
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| It feels like a paisley shade of pink, yeah
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| There will come a day when she will wake up
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| And then she’ll wonder where she’s been
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| All this time she will wish that she could make up
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| But it will be too late then
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| She’s falling down
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| It feels like a paisley shade
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| She’s falling down
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| It feels like a paisley shade
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| She’s falling down
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| It feels like a paisley shade of pink, yeah
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| She’s falling down, falling down
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| Spinning 'round and 'round and 'round
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| And screaming, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| She is falling down
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| It feels like a paisley shade
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| She’s falling down
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| It feels like a paisley shade
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| She’s falling down
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| It feels like a paisley shade of pink, yeah |