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They'd never met, |
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The singer and the swinger |
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She walked in, |
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They walked around each other |
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Fighting for the mirror and smiling |
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She was awkward |
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I was tongue-tied |
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She was goofy |
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And she aspired to |
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Perfection as a hipster |
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And she asked me - |
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"How should I wear my problem hair? |
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My dirty, no good, problem hair?" |
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She asked me |
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I blew it |
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I knew it |
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I always wonder how things |
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Could've been |
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"I wouldn't waste time dreaming |
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About me..." |
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Spend every second day just |
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Dreaming |
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How the first one ought to be |
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My dream was realised |
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But I was sleeping |
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I was sleeping |
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I caught the girl, |
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Her eyelids started to flutter |
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And in my arms |
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She passed out cold, are you okay? |
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Just lie still you'll feel better |
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"What happened? I want to go home" |
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Feel better |
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"Where am I, what have I got on?" |
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Feel better |
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"You say that but how do you know?" |
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Feel better |
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"Who are you, what do you want?" |
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I always wonder |
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How things could've been |
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"I wouldn't waste time dreaming |
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About me" |
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Spend every second just |
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Dreaming how the first one |
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Ought to be |
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My dream was realised |
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But I was sleeping |
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I was sleeping |
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I was sleeping |
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I was sleeping |