| Oh my feet are travelin, they take me to the border
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| Foreigners in hotel rooms, can we drink the water?
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| Underground goes round, round, round
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| And leaves me in a corner
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| I want to be lost and found, I could be your daughter
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| Comfort of a tv screen, laghing all alone
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| Full on electricity, make me feel at home
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| Superfishyality, scared of the unknown
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| La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la
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| These city streets leave you to bleed, whoa
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| Oh the dust is settling, it suits me like a shadow
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| Stepped out in the soakin sun, tryina make my skin glow
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| No one offers me a smile, I wonder if they see me
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| All I do is step asize, but they don’t know that feeling
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| Comfort of a magazine, picture of the beach
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| Girls in pink bikini tops, give me the deceit
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| Superfishyality, good enough for me
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| La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la
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| These city streets leave you to bleed
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| And when you bleed, you’re sinking deep |