| A young girl walks into a room
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| And doesn’t like what she sees
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| In her reflection there
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| She’s not what she wants to be
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| She cries out, she cries out
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| The frustrations of this life
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| Are filling her head
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| How could such a simple thing
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| Have a grip so intense
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| She cries out, she cries out
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| I want to be like the movie stars
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| And models on the screen
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| She wants to fly away from this
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| She wants to fly away from this
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| But she does not know how to
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| Fly away from this
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| She wants to fly away
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| She tries just to be what she’s not
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| But she’s destroying herself
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| She starves herself
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| This compulsion must end
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| She cries out, she cries out
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| I want to be like the movie stars
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| And models on the screen
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| She wants to fly away from this
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| She wants to fly away from this
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| But she does not know how to
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| Fly away from this
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| She wants to fly away
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| This addiction is bringing her down
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| This obsession is bringing her down
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| She wants to fly away from this
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| Fly away from this
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| She wants to fly away from this
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| But only God knows how to
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| Fly away from this
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| He will help her now to
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| Fly away from this
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| She wants to fly away
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| Fly away |