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She smokes like there is no tomorrow |
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She says it makes her feel alive |
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She drinks her wine like it is water |
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Because she feels dry inside |
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She drives her car like it's a bullet |
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She says that time is slipping away |
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She never thinks about her future |
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It's a million miles away |
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She's falling down |
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It feels like a paisley shade |
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She's falling down |
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It feels like a paisley shade |
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She's falling down |
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It feels like a paisley shade of pink, yeah |
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There will come a day when she will wake up |
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And then she'll wonder where she's been |
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All this time she will wish that she could make up |
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But it will be too late then |
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She's falling down |
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It feels like a paisley shade |
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She's falling down |
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It feels like a paisley shade |
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She's falling down |
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It feels like a paisley shade of pink, yeah |
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She's falling down, falling down |
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Spinning 'round and 'round and 'round |
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And screaming, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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She is falling down |
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It feels like a paisley shade |
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She's falling down |
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It feels like a paisley shade |
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She's falling down |
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It feels like a paisley shade of pink, yeah |