| Every night I fly to the sky and cry
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| Let it rain down on everyone below
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| And as the tears hit her head
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| She says, «I'm better off dead»
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| But instead she falls into a bar
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| And she orders a drink
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| Until her breath starts to stink
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| And she calls up an old friend
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| Just to see what they think
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| And they say, «Put down the phone
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| Oh, just get yourself home
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| Leave it alone, dear»
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| She says, «I get too scared
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| And I’ll accept any death
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| I just care and that’s my problem»
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| And I want to be clean
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| No, I don’t want to be mean
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| Or break anybody’s heart
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| Every flower, oh, has the power
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| To change a life of a man or a woman with its color
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| And every plant, mmm, just wants to dance
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| In the warm breeze you can hear it say «please»
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| And every car or machine has a motor
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| And you really turned my on
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| And you turned my, my motor over
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| And everybody, oh my god, in this town
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| Thinks it’s real funny
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| Or that I’m still right
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| And, oh, my wild flower
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| Don’t you know you hold the power?
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| And you put our lives in danger
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| Just to think one day we were just strangers
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| Oh, how I’ve ruined you
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| And oh, how you’ve ruined me too
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| And I want to be clean
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| No, I don’t want to be mean
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| Or break anybody’s heart |