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With her head in the clouds |
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She keeps her distance and keeps resisting |
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They're so proud of what she's missing |
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She is so delighted |
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Why must I find that falling down |
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Brings my hopes high, oh so high? |
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Why must you cry when I fall down? |
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It helps me with the truth inside |
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The fear is tempting, it consumes them |
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The loving darkness they claim she's missing |
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The job is hers to keep resisting |
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The claiming unknown they're so proud of |
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The job is hers to keep resisting |
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She is so delighted |
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Why must I find that falling down |
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Brings my hopes high, oh so high? |
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Why must you cry when I fall down? |
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The truth is mine, only mine |
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Don't you know it's my, my foggy notion? |
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So, please don't cry when I fall down |
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It helps me with the truth inside (ide, ide) |
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Joy to the foggy notions, in my room |
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Got to get away, they'll be here soon |
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Here's to the gloom of swine |
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That you roamed oh so smooth |
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Why must I find that falling down |
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Brings my hopes high, oh so high? |
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Why must you cry when I fall down? |
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The truth is mine, only mine |
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So take it easy baby |
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So take it easy baby |
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Baby, baby, baby |
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Ah, swine |