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I'm perfectly happy with life |
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My lips 'mind me these real words |
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But they feel like they are wide and ajar |
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I'm a doll stuffed with life, just sitting upon a shelf here |
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Hailing a taxi, get me out of this freak show |
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Oh, it's just over the rainbow |
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Cos I'm just trying to get home |
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Oh, everything's crowded in my face |
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Even when |
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I sit here alone |
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Perfectly happy with life |
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My lips cry happy words |
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And it feels like they're blue tacked in the soul |
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Like someone's blowin' dust, coverin' up the rust |
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Keeping me dazed as the lines take their toll |
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Oh, for just over the rainbow |
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Cos I'm just trying to get home |
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Oh, everything's crowded in my face |
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Even when |
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I sit here alone |
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Oh my love |
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For all these mad illusions oh my love |
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For being sane but with mad intentions |
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Perfectly happy with life |
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I just fall over words |
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Like I'm bare feet in a pair of high heels |
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All I really want, for my tired feet is to walk |
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Or to fly me to somewhere that is real |
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Oh, for just over the rainbow |
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Cos I'm just trying to get home |
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Oh, everything's crowded in my face |
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Even when |
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I sit here alone |
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Oh, for just over the rainbow |
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Cos I've been trying to get home |
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Oh, everything's crowded in my face |
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Even when |
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I sit here alone |
