| When I was young I wanted to be a punk rocka
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| But everybody said no And I was sure that if I ever had a shocka
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| The same old folks would say go It wasn’t for lack of passion, a singular fashion
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| That led me to go
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| But then I’ll always be your twisted little sista
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| And all the rest can go blow
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| Yeah, I’m falling, I’ll hit the floor running
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| Keep calling, I feel my heart drumming
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| I’m falling, I’ll hit the floor running
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| Cos this time this time I’m doin ok I need some va va voom
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| To get me out of this room
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| It’s gotten small for me
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| I’m burning bright as hell
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| So honey wish me well
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| Cos now I’m running free
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| When I was young I wanted to be a punk rocka
|
| But everybody said no And I was sure that if I ever had a shocka
|
| The same old folks would say go It wasn’t for lack of passion, a singular fashion
|
| That led me to go
|
| But then I’ll always be your twisted little sista
|
| And all the rest can go blow
|
| I’m falling, i’ll hit the floor running
|
| Keep calling, i feel my heart drumming
|
| I’m falling, i’ll hit the floor running
|
| Cos this time this time i’m doin ok I need some va va voom
|
| To get me out of this room
|
| It’s gotten small for me
|
| I’m burning bright as hell
|
| So honey wish me well
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| Cos now I’m running free |