| I feel like a Madonna
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| Trapped in my little glass bottle
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| No air for me to breathe
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| I want to break through a million pieces
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| All you boys misbehave
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| Just adding up
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| All you girls suffocate
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| You’re grown enough
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| How am I supposed to know
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| When you don’t give a damn
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| How am I supposed to know
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| Exactly what I am
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| You think that I’m falling over
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| You think that I’m hiding under
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| You think that I’m overloaded
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| You think that I’m underwater
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| You think that I’m hypochromic
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| You think that I’m someone’s lover
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| You think that I’m melancholic
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| I guess I’m just someone’s daughter
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| Calling out of the tunnel
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| Spilling around the bottle
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| Checking that I still see
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| All the weird things
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| That I dream
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| All you boys misbehave
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| Just adding up
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| All you girls suffocate
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| You’re grown enough
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| How am I supposed to know
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| When you don’t give a damn
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| How am I supposed to know
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| Exactly what I am
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| You think that I’m falling over
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| You think that I’m hiding under
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| You think that I’m overloaded
|
| You think that I’m underwater
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| You think that I’m hypochromic
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| You think that I’m someone’s lover
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| You think that I’m melancholic
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| I guess I’m just someone’s daughter
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| And the dance keeps going round
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| Breaking up
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| The sun goes down
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| And the dance keeps going round
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| Riled up, crashing down
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| You think that I’m falling over
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| You think that I’m hiding under
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| You think that I’m overloaded
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| You think that I’m underwater
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| You think that I’m hypochromic
|
| You think that I’m someone’s lover
|
| You think that I’m melancholic
|
| I guess I’m just someone’s daughter
|
| You think that I’m falling over
|
| You think that I’m hiding under
|
| You think that I’m overloaded
|
| You think that I’m underwater
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| You think that I’m hypochromic
|
| You think that I’m someone’s lover
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| You think that I’m melancholic
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| I guess I’m just someone’s daughter |