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Colleen, never to be crowned queen |
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Never an evergreen |
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Floating above the scene |
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As still as a figurine |
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Expressionless, so serene |
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But I know what makes you scream |
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So don't you run out of steam |
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I know you, Colleen |
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It's been all messed up since the very beginning |
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You act so tough people think that you're winning |
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And everyone wants something from Colleen |
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Colleen, perpetually between |
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What is and what could have been |
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Floating through your routine |
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Every day since you were fifteen |
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And rosy as you make it seem |
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I know life for you ain't been a dream |
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To have to deal with the things you've seen |
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While they work you like you're a machine |
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Machines break down but you can't break with them |
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It's too late now so don't break the rhythm |
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And everyone wants something from Colleen |
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Colleen, if ever you walk into a dead end street |
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Come clean |
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Don't say that it's all all in your mind |
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Because I know what you mean, Colleen |
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It's been all messed up since the very beginning |
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It's too late now 'cause we're already in it |
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And everyone wants something from Colleen |
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And no one gets 'cause she's no one's Colleen |
