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It was the morning after the month before |
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And I'm looking like a nose with eyes |
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Take a trip or letter to make me feel better |
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Cos I know my mirror never lies |
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Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can |
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And the hand that holds the whip is not your own |
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Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old |
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Is it me that's feeling insecure? |
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Hiding in the darkness where they can't see your eyes |
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In a naked city cinema |
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Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen |
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And nobody gives a damn who you are |
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You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring |
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And you wonder if you're on the turn |
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And again you get hurt when they're dishing the dirt |
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Is it me that's feeling insecure? |
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I haven't got time to worry about the future |
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When I'm busy covering up my past |
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Start to consider a tuck behind the ears |
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When I wonder if my looks will last |
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I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair |
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But come up fighting like the best |
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And I can tell myself that |
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I'm winning the war |
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But then again |
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I'm different than the rest |
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I'm not the hardest person in the world |
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But like the song says ' |
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I will survive' |
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And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck |
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But at least |
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I feel that |
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I'm alive |
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So I'll spit in your face and push you over the place |
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If I'm ever feeling so unsure |
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And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft sell |
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It's not me that's feeling insecure |
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It was the morning after the month before |
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And I'm looking like a nose with eyes |
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Take a trip or letter to make me feel better |
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Cos I know my mirror never lies |
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Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can |
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And the hand that holds the whip is not your own |
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Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old |
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Is it me that's feeling insecure? |
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Forget the lows |
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Just love the highs |
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And wipe that look |
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Out from my eyes |
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Forget the face |
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That I despise |
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Cos I know my mirror |
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Never lies |
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I'll come up fighting |
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Like the best |
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But then I'm different |
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Than the rest |
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And I wonder how my looks will last |
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Because my life is really fast |
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And you wonder if you're on the turn |
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Oh, baby, won't you ever learn |
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That I'm a cut above the rest |
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Don't worry about the way |
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I dress And if my make-up looks a mess |
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I'm not about to get depressed |
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Cos I'm the one that loves to lose |
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Just loser in my fuck me shoes |
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And I've got the touch |
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And I've got the feel |
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To make your good time |
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Really real |
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I'll just spit right in your face |
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And push you all around the place |
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Just love to love |
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Just love to live |
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Just love to live |
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Just love to love |
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And, baby, are you so, so sure |
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That you're the one that's insecure? |
