| I’ve had that dream again
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| Where I’m flying thirty feet
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| Above the street again
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| Looking though windows, there you are
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| Sit down to eat again
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| It’s the usual egg foo yung
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| You watch TV again
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| Put the kids to bed
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| And then I see you reaching for my number
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| Then I hate you even more
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| I see it all
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| But no-one sees me fly — no-one feels my pain
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| No-one hears me cry — no-one knows my name
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| Is glamour and pain — glamour and pain
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| Do you remember me
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| Or just the shiny shiny shoes I had you kiss for me?
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| And my legs as smooth as chrome
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| Were you in ecstasy
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| As you were pumping out a flood of dollar bills for me
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| I’d cry mascara tears
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| If only I could give a fuck about it
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| And though you can’t recall
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| I see it all
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| But no-one sees me fly — no-one feels my pain
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| No-one hears me cry — no-one knows my name
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| Is glamour and pain — glamour and pain
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| I’m hanging in the air
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| I look in your window at my own lipstick reflection there
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| And behind it such a precious son et lumière
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| Of all the normal stuff about which I’m supposed to care
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| I’d like to smash right through
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| And help myself to your silverware
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| To cut your throat and run
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| Or maybe I’d just laugh at your expression
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| Hooray for Superwhore
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| I see it all
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| But no-one sees me fly — no-one feels my pain
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| No-one hears me cry — no-one knows my name
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| Is glamour and pain — glamour and pain
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| See me fly — feel my pain
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| Hear me cry — know my name
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| Glamour and pain |