| St. Michael gave you your name and Francis made you a star
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| Took the songs that you sing and clipped the wings from the wire
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| Stood up and played shows to twelve, in Calistoga they knew
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| A single note cause you’re sweet, I wanna tell you
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| Take a chance on yourself, ignore those pop magazines
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| You’re the gold plated girl, you’re the DIY Queen
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| I know you say you miss me, but simple things never keep
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| Just take a chance on yourself
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| Cassavette was right, that you were sent from above
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| Puncture made you a saint, and killed the things that you loved
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| Just don’t act famous for me, I’m not the one you should choose
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| Beachcomber Don’s after eight, I wanna tell you
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| Take a chance on yourself, ignore those pop magazines
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| You’re the gold plated girl, you’re the DIY Queen
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| I know you say you miss me, but simple things never keep
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| Just take a chance on yourself
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| You wrote the anthems they sang, let diamonds shrink in the wash
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| Played the tight t-shirt game with Baby, Sporty, and Posh
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| I know we’ve made some mistakes, the ones that shine always do
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| Took it back just the same, I wanna tell you
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| Take a chance on yourself, ignore those pop magazines
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| You’re the gold plated girl, you’re the DIY Queen
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| I know you say you miss me, but simple things never keep
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| Just take a chance on yourself |