| There? |
| s a pale rider behind her
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| And empty faces up ahead
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| There are strange feelings inside her
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| She doesn? |
| t take her dreams to bed
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| It? |
| s so confusing
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| It? |
| s not black or white, it? |
| s not wrong or right
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| Don? |
| t trust the painter
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| It? |
| s all a shade of gray
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| She sees two faces unequal
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| She knows the mirror doesn? |
| t lie
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| When he looks at her no matter
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| He only sees the brighter side
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| Why should she try to
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| Talk him out of it if the feelings fit?
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| No way of saying
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| What works for someone else
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| Some people drive limousines
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| Some people take the backseat
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| She wants to control the dream, yeah
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| And there? |
| s danger in the back streets, oh yeah
|
| There? |
| s a part of her, dark covered
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| The laces have been tightly drawn
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| She says old habits like old lovers
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| Have a way of hangin? |
| on
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| It? |
| s so confusing
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| Does she show him all? |
| Does she risk the fall?
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| He thinks she? |
| s perfect
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| Who? |
| s she to disagree?
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| Some people drive limousines
|
| Some people take the backseat
|
| She wants to control the dream, yeah
|
| And there? |
| s danger in the back streets
|
| Some people drive limousines
|
| They like to do it hands on
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| She? |
| s finally found a dream, yeah
|
| She wants to take a chance on, yeah, oh
|
| Some people drive limousines
|
| Some people take the backseat
|
| She wants to control the dream, yeah
|
| And there? |
| s danger in the back streets
|
| Some people drive limousines
|
| They like to do it hands on
|
| Forget what her eyes have seen, yeah
|
| And she wants to take a chance on
|
| Some people drive limousines
|
| Some people take the backseat
|
| She wants to control the dream
|
| There? |
| s danger in the back streets
|
| Some people drive limousines
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| Limousines, danger in the backseat |