| Plastic, fantastic
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| They have fake parts, but my heart’s elastic
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| My mental, so spastic
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| Like I’m driving against that traffic
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| I can see the way they’re looking at me (Oh)
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| Always wanting me the fake happy
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| There she goes
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| She’s been living life out on the road
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| There she goes
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| She’s got no time for a life of her own
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| Nobody knows
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| If she’s even got her very own soul
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| But it shows when she’s alone
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| There she goes
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| Broken, hopeless
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| Tried to cover up these cracks in my porcelain
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| Fading, waiting
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| For some man to give me some saving
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| I can hear the things they’re saying 'bout me (Oh)
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| Always trying to pull me underneath
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| And they say
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| She’s been living life out on the road
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| There she goes
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| She’s got no time for a life of her own
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| Nobody knows
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| If she’s even got her very own soul
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| But it shows when she’s alone
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| There she goes
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| What she doing, who she with?
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| See her in the mirror giving that a boy a kiss
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| What she doing, who she with?
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| See her in the mirror giving that boy a kiss
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| Just leave me alone
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| Give me some space (Yeah)
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| Just leave me alone
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| Give me some space (Yeah)
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| She’s been living life out on the road
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| There she goes
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| She’s got no time for a life of her own
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| Nobody knows
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| If she’s even got her very own soul
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| But it shows when she’s alone
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| There she goes |