| «Bye bye, baby,» Cybil says as she walks out the door
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| You can bet that Hollywood looks oh-so-good
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| Much better than it ever has before
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| So my pets have left me in search of careers and richer soils
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| Heading off to pure-bred friends and happy ends
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| And anything to prove I’m disloyal
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| It’s not just that I’m selfish and scared
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| It’s not just that I’m so unprepared
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| It’s just you’d think I’d grow out of this, wouldn’t you?
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| So take me to winter, as if it was discontent I’d see
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| I’ll live with the madmen there and pull my hair
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| 'Cause lunacy is everything I need
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| It’s not just that I’m selfish and scared
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| It’s not just that I’m so unprepared
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| It’s just you’d think I’d grow out of this, wouldn’t you?
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| «Bye bye, baby,» Cybil says as she walks out the door
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| You can bet that Hollywood looks oh-so-good
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| Much better than it ever has before |