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December snow, what a show |
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Me falling down |
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Down from the window pane |
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I had to do it again |
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As the psychiatrist said, |
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There's something wrong |
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In my head. |
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I'm the one with this from outer space |
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Oh, yeah |
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I'm the one who'll blush and hide my face |
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Away |
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When I roar it's not to you, at all |
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Oh, no |
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All I want to do is start to fall |
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Christ on my name, what a shame |
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It's all the same |
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There is no way |
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No stopping me from getting on top, |
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'cause I'm the top star |
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Far from the place where there is space |
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I'm the one with this from outer space |
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Oh, yeah |
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I'm the one who'll blush and hide my face |
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Away |
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When I roar it's not to you, at all |
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Oh, no |
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All I want to do is start to fall |
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All I want to do is start to fall |
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All I want to do is start to fall |
