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I climbed up the dizzy heights |
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Just me, and the moon in an empty sky |
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The tiny cars, and trucks, and fairy lights |
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As if the stars never learned how to fly |
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And like a child lost in Tesco |
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I'm walking down the middle of every aisle |
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What I'm looking for, I don't know |
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Just want my name to be passed around for a while |
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I'm staring at a lady's face |
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So young, but weathered, dead with fake tan |
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Heavy earrings dangle, oh with no grace |
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And she's pushing an empty pram |
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Just like a child lost in Tesco |
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But she's climbing up the dizzy heights |
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Of the sweetness of going solo |
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But oh, the bitterness of lonely nights, the bitterness of lonely nights |
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The bitterness of lonely nights |
