| Ooh, la-la-la-la-la
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| Ooh, la-la-la-la-la
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| Ooh, la-la-la-la-la
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Needing no fake cowboys
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| And starry mouthpieces sing fake songs
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| Blood’s a weak rhythm
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| Keeping the time when your life’s gone
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| They said, «We can live on our own
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| We can breathe all alone
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| But growing our legs and standing in place
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| Takes a long, long time
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| We can hear all alone
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| We can feel on our own
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| But shaving our bones and making them hold
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| Takes a long, long time
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| And when you reach it, make sure it’s whole
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| When you feel it, you’re all alone»
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, la-la-la
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, la-la-la
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, la-la-la
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, la-la-la
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, la-la-la
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, la-la-la
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, la-la-la
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, la-la-la
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| They said, «We can live on our own
|
| We can breathe all alone
|
| But growing our legs and standing in place
|
| Takes a long, long time
|
| We can hear all alone
|
| We can feel on our own
|
| But shaving our bones and making them hold
|
| Takes a long, long time»
|
| We can breathe on our own
|
| We can live all alone
|
| But growing our legs and making them hold
|
| Takes a long, long time
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| Long, long time
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| Long, long time
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| Long, long time |