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I'll be the girl with the long blond hair |
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And the really pale skin if you care |
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I sit in the corner of the room |
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Cross legged and quiet, filled with doom |
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I never ever liked the smell in here |
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It's cold and wet and reeks of beer |
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The lights are turned out permanently |
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But that's okay 'cause |
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I don't want to see |
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Wayne wait for me |
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And take me up in your hot-air balloon |
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And feed me cotton candy |
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Wayne pray for me' |
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Cause I'll be there in a couple of years |
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Until then, wait for me |
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Who's the strange lady |
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With the big silly hair |
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And berries on her face |
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Dressed like a pear? |
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Do I really have to hold her hand |
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And pretend she's my mommy |
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You're wife and man |
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When I know you're not my mommy? |
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It's crowded and |
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I feel lost in here |
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I'm trying to find a familiar fear |
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I look everywhere but |
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I just can't see |
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There's not anything that reminds me of me |
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Wayne wait for me |
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And take me up in your hot-air balloon |
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And feed me cotton candy |
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Wayne pray for me' |
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Cause I'll be there in a couple of years |
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Until then, wait for me |
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You made me feel as fresh as flowers |
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Under these rocks and stones |
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Wayne wait for me |
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And take me up in your hot-air balloon |
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And feed me cotton candy |
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Wayne pray for me' |
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Cause I'll be there in a couple of years |
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Until then, wait for me |
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Take me up in your hot-air balloon |
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And feed me cotton candy |
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Wayne pray for me' |
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Cause I'll be there in a couple of years |
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Until then, wait for me |
