| It was the morning after the month before
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| And I’m looking like a nose with eyes
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| Take a trip or letter to make me feel better
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| Cos I know my mirror never lies
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| Have you ever had the feeling that your life’s down the can
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| And the hand that holds the whip is not your own
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| Your breakfast’s going cold and your routine’s getting old
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| Is it me that’s feeling insecure?
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| Hiding in the darkness where they can’t see your eyes
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| In a naked city cinema
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| Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen
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| And nobody gives a damn who you are
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| You’re surrounded by the bitter and the boring
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| And you wonder if you’re on the turn
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| And again you get hurt when they’re dishing the dirt
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| Is it me that’s feeling insecure?
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| I haven’t got time to worry about the future
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| When I’m busy covering up my past
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| Start to consider a tuck behind the ears
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| When I wonder if my looks will last
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| I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair
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| But come up fighting like the best
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| And I can tell myself that I’m winning the war
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| But then again I’m different than the rest
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| I’m not the hardest person in the world
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| But like the song says 'I will survive'
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| And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck
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| But at least I feel that I’m alive
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| So I’ll spit in your face and push you over the place
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| If I’m ever feeling so unsure
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| And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft sell
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| It’s not me that’s feeling insecure
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| It was the morning after the month before
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| And I’m looking like a nose with eyes
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| Take a trip or letter to make me feel better
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| Cos I know my mirror never lies
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| Have you ever had the feeling that your life’s down the can
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| And the hand that holds the whip is not your own
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| Your breakfast’s going cold and your routine’s getting old
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| Is it me that’s feeling insecure?
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| Forget the lows
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| Just love the highs
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| And wipe that look
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| Out from my eyes
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| Forget the face
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| That I despise
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| Cos I know my mirror
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| Never lies
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| I’ll come up fighting
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| Like the best
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| But then I’m different
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| Than the rest
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| And I wonder how my looks will last
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| Because my life is really fast
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| And you wonder if you’re on the turn
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| Oh, baby, won’t you ever learn
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| That I’m a cut above the rest
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| Don’t worry about the way I dress
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| And if my make-up looks a mess
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| I’m not about to get depressed
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| Cos I’m the one that loves to lose
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| Just loser in my fuck me shoes
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| And I’ve got the touch
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| And I’ve got the feel
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| To make your good time
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| Really real
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| I’ll just spit right in your face
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| And push you all around the place
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| Just love to love
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| Just love to live
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| Just love to live
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| Just love to love
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| And, baby, are you so, so sure
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| That you’re the one that’s insecure? |