| She dreams about the girl she used to be
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| She dreams about someone else
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| Underneath the sheets
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| Well, you can fly off to London
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| With a coke and a smile
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| But give it 24 hours and 4000 miles
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| And it’s all just another day away
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| From one less day to cry
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| How do you feel about that
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| How do you like it
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| When they touch your face
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| And turn the page
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| Tell me now just how you feel about that
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| She hangs around the
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| Strangest kings and queens
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| She gets around
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| But it only gets her clean
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| Well all the afterschool specials
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| Of the days of your life
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| Another anti-drug commercial
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| Left you high as a kite
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| But it’s all just another day away
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| From one less day to cry
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| How do you feel about that
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| How do you like it
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| When they touch your face
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| And turn the page
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| And make you feel like a waste a space in hell
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| How do you feel about that
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| How do you like it
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| When you’re the indie queen of a worn out scene
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| Tell me now just how you feel about that
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| Every once in a while
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| You should scream
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| And let her out into the night
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| Every once in a while
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| You should tell yourself that it’s alright
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| How do you feel about that
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| How do you like it
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| When they touch your face
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| And turn the page
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| And make you feel like a waste of space in hell
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| How do you feel about that
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| How do you like it when you’re the indie queen of a worn out scene
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| Tell me now just how you feel
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| Tell me now just how you about that |