| Looking back at a girl in black; |
| her face is painted blue
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| Amused on a subway train; |
| she’s lost her point of view
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| They get to her and what can I say?
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| «Oh, girl, life is a game; |
| you can’t win every day»
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| And oh, those eyes, they’re familiar, ooh
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| Oh, those eyes, they’re familiar, ooh
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| Cause you’re worn out and you’re broken
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| But you’re not, no, you’re not alone
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| Never alone
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| All we know is the passing on of the ones who watch our back
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| Confused as to where they stand or if they should even try
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| They get to her and what can I say?
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| «Oh, girl, life is a game; |
| you can’t win every day»
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| And oh, those eyes, they’re familiar, ooh
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| Oh, those eyes, they’re familiar, ooh
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| Cause you’re worn out and you’re broken
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| But you’re not, no, you’re not alone
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| Oh, you’re worn out and you’re broken
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| But you’re not, no, you’re not alone
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| Never alone
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| And don’t forget just who you are
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| And don’t you lose yourself in every wind they blow your way
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| It’s not too hard for you to say «I know who I am»
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| So cheer up, old friend of mine
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| You’re almost there, just a little behind
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| So cheer up, old friend of mine
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| You’re almost there, just a little, a little behind |