| You’ve got that walk walk walk
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| Got that talk talk talk
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| Got that swagger-er-er
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| Such a glamour-our-our
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| You’re like a real life doll
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| With your hair that falls
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| Like niagara-a-a
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| But that don’t matter-er-er
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| 'Cause that don’t change the fact
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| That your heart is black
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| You can’t tear me down
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| Beat me to the ground
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| Try to block my sunshine
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| My blue skies with your clouds
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| And who do you think you are
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| Yeah that won’t get you far
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| You may think you’re pretty
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| But you’ll see that beauty
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| Is a fading flower
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| Fading flow-ow-ow-ower
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| Fading flow-ow-ow-ower
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| You’ll only play play play
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| If you get your way always
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| In the center-er-er
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| Of attentio-io-ion
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| All the lying
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| And the cheating
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| The mistreating
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| How you even sleep at ni-igh-igh-ight
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| Blows my mi-I-I-ind
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| I wonder when you’ll see
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| That you don’t bother me
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| 'Cause you can’t tear me down
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| Beat me to the ground
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| Try to block my sunshine
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| My blue skies with your clouds
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| And who do you think you are
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| Yeah that won’t get you far
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| You may think you’re pretty
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| But you’ll see that beauty
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| Is a fading flower
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| Fading flow-ow-ow-ower
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| Fading flow-ow-ow-ower
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| I spent all of my youth
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| Trying to be you
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| I thought that you were special
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| That you were beautiful
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| But the more of you I see
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| The more I’m glad I’m me
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| 'Cause you can’t tear me down
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| Beat me to the ground
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| Try to block my sunshine
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| My blue skies with your clouds
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| And who do you think you are
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| Yeah that won’t get you far
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| You may think you’re pretty
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| But you’ll see that beauty
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| Is a fading flower
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| Fading flow-ow-ow-ower
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| Fading flow-ow-ow-ower
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| Fading flow-ow-ow-ower |