| Woodstock woman rides coach into Coachella
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| Singing «hold me closer tiny dancer»
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| She’ll love you to death but wonders why she keeps on living
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| Praying one day she might know the answer
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| Broadway baby screaming «Jesus won’t you save me»
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| She barely makes a living as a drag queen
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| Practice her poses hoping someone will notice
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| She really hasn’t loved herself much lately
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| And it might be longer than you thought
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| Till' your five miles high and rolling in the benjamins
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| So you live your life losing sleep
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| Cause you just can’t seem to find th perfect sentiment
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| And I might be wrong I might die young but it really seems to me
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| That maybe we’re just living for a dream
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| Manchester monster, he’s smoother than Sinatra
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| Wants to party like a rockstar till' he’s dead
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| Drives from town to town singing Wonderwall with the windows down
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| He sees a life worth living in his head
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| But it might be longer than you thought
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| Till' your five miles high and rolling in the benjamins
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| So you live your life losing sleep
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| Cause you just can’t seem to find the perfect sentiment
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| And I might be wrong I might die young but it really seems to me
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| That maybe we’re just living for a dream
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| And it might be longer than you thought
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| Till' your five miles high and rolling in the benjamins
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| So you live your life losing sleep
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| Cause you just can’t seem to find the perfect sentiment
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| And I might be wrong I might die young but it really seems to me
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| That maybe we’re just living for a dream |