| Got a call from my friend
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| She saw my picture again
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| In a magazine
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| We laughed out loud
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| 'Cause she said «remember when…
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| This was all a silly dream?»
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| Now I wake up every day
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| In a different city
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| A smile on my face
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| Somebody pinch me
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| She said «all the world’s a stage»
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| But girl you know
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| Those cameras and lights
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| Won’t ever change me
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| I don’t need champagne
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| When I’m back home with my friends
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| We drink a beer on the porch
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| 'Cause I’m still the girl next door
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| No fancy things when I come off tour
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| I slip back into blue jeans
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| 'Cause I’m still the girl next door
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| It’s amazin' to hear people singin' along
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| Hear the radio playin' my song
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| I still get butterflies
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| Still get nervous inside
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| In the spotlight
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| Now every now and then
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| On a Friday night
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| Cruisin' down to the dive bar
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| We waste the night away
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| Spend Saturday sleepin' in late
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| Yeah, those were the good days
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| I don’t need champagne
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| When I’m back home with my friends
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| We drink a beer on the porch
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| 'Cause I’m still the girl next door
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| No fancy things when I come off tour
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| I slip back into blue jeans
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| 'Cause I’m still the girl next door
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| And even when I’m miles away
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| I’ll always have the roots from where I came
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| 'Cause when it all fades away
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| My home will still be the same
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| I don’t need champagne
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| When I’m back home with my friends
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| We drink a beer on the porch
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| 'Cause I’m still the girl next door
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| No fancy things when I come off tour
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| I slip back into blue jeans
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| 'Cause I’m still the girl next door |