| 7 am So it beings again
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| 1−0 (zip) favoring familiar silhouettes
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| Left whips and chains
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| Behind I’m boycotting trends
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| It’s my new look this season
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| Riding on backs of palominos
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| Primed for an attack
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| It’s as good
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| As good as it gets
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| With girl disappearing
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| What on earth’s occurring?
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| 'cause she’s right in front of me
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| A girl disappearing
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| To some secret prison
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| Behind her eyes she whispers
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| «Big surprise there was
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| No protection by this urban light
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| So I’m running to A constellation
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| Where they can still see you»
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| Envy can spread
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| Herself so thinly
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| She slipped in Before I could notice it In my own war
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| Blood in the cherry zone
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| When they
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| Pit woman against feminist
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| Riding on backs of palominos
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| Ditching the blond shell
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| Working her hell
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| On that red carpet
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| With girl disappearing
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| What on earth’s occurring?
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| 'cause she’s right in front of me
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| A girl disappearing
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| To some secret prison
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| But she’s right in front of me
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| A girl disappearing
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| To some secret prison
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| Behind her eyes she whispers
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| «Big surprise there was
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| No protection by this urban light
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| So I’m running to A constellation
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| Where they can still see you"
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| Then I’m running too
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| If that’s a consolation
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| 'cause I can still see you |