| High flying adored,
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| So young
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| 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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| And you were just a backstreet girl
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| Hustling and fighting
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| Scratching and biting
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| High flying adored did you believe
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| In your wildest moments
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| All this would be yours
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| That you’d become 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, from the sidewalks
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| From the gutter theatrical
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| Don’t look down
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| Its 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
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| On top of the world
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| The views 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
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| To terms with boredom
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| So famous so easily
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| So soon
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| It’s not the wisest thing to be You don’t care if they love you
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| It’s been done before
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| You 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 know,
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| But uninportant
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| My story’s quite usual
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| Local girl
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| Makes good weds famous man
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| I was stuck in the right place
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| 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 No one else can fill it like I can. |