| High flying, adored
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| So young, the instant queen
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| A rich beautiful thing
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| Of all the talents
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| A cross between
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| A fantasy of the bedroom
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| And a saint
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| You were just a backstreet girl
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| Hustling and fighting, scratching and biting
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| High flying, adored
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| Did you believe in your wildest moments
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| All this would be yours
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| That you'd become
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| The lady of them all?
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| Were there stars in your eyes
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| When you crawled in at night
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| From the bars
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| From the sidewalks
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| From the gutter theatrical?
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| Don't look down
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| It's a long, long way to fall
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| High flying, adored
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| What happens now
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| Where do you go from here?
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| For someone on top of the world
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| The view is not exactly clear
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| A shame you did it all at twenty-six
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| There are no mysteries now
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| Nothing can thrill you
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| No one fulfill you
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| High flying, adored
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| I hope you come to terms with boredom
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| So famous so easily, so soon
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| It's not the wisest thing to be
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| You won't care if they love you
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| It's been done before
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| You'll despair if they hate you
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| You'll be drained of all energy
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| All the young who've made it would agree
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| High flying, adored
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| That's good to hear but unimportant
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| My story's quite usual
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| Local girl makes good, weds famous man
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| I was stuck in the right place at the perfect time
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| Filled a gap, I was lucky
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| But one thing I'll say for me
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| No one else can fill it like I can |