| There’s diamonds hiding in my hands
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| They’re gonna cut through the windows
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| Ain’t no one messing with my plans
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| Right now my star is in limbo
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| Sit back and watch my scrawny frame
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| Invade your feelings
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| All the years you caused me pain
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| I’ve got some wounds that need healin'
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| Well you were just too damn aloof
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| Wearing your Morrissey t-shirt
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| The kind of girl that’s born for youth
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| Well that’s a blessing and some curse
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| I tell you son beware of those
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| Who peak too early
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| Cause all that magic can’t be froze
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| And now it’s you who ain’t worthy
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| So baby when I get famous
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| Everybody’s gonna see
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| You never really knew me
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| Does it make sense to simplify
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| Now we’re knotted in riddles
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| But I don’t care, do you know why?
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| The girls are falling like skittles
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| Whoever said you needed rights
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| To tame your beauty
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| I’ll say goodbye to lonely nights
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| Girls form an orderly queue please
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| So baby when I get famous
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| Everybody’s gonna see
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| You never really knew me
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| So given knowledge, given time
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| I’d take us out of recession
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| I’d tell the world that all was fine
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| And that the freedom’s a blessing
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| Cause when I’m looking from the top
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| You’ll all seem smaller
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| Ain’t that what all us humans want?
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| To stand that little bit taller
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| So baby when I get famous
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| Everybody’s gonna see
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| You never really knew me |