| Young girl, up early
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| Wasn’t old enough to drive
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| Took a trip from Seminole County
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| With her mother by her side
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| Next up, New York City
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| World was fallin' at her feet
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| She thought she was makin' music
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| But she was only filling seats
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| No regrets, with a few exceptions
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| Every wrong turn was the right direction
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| Still a part of me
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| Still a part of me
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| Glowsticks, pink cotton candy
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| A touch of glitter on her lips
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| On parade for the radio station
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| So they’ll play her biggest hits
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| Missed prom, missed graduation
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| No college in the fall
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| On the road with a boyband, singin'
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| For the people in the mall
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| No regrets, with a few exceptions
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| Learning to love all the imperfections
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| That are still a part of me
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| Still a part of me
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| Still a part of me
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| Still a part of me
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| Somewhere between the demo
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| And the lonely public eye
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| So real, real famous
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| Without even knowin' why
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| No regrets, with a few exceptions
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| Every wrong turn was the right direction
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| Learnin' to love all the imperfections
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| That are still a part of me
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| Still a part of me
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| Still a part of me
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| Still a part of me |