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Oh I can wish |
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For duller mind |
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For more glamour |
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Or quiet time |
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For higher heels |
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Or flattened hips |
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But the nasty truth |
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Is at my lips |
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I will not let it out today |
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It's no one's business anyway |
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I'll do some petty work instead |
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Let it fester in my hand |
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I'll do some petty work instead |
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Let it fester in my hand |
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Do some petty work instead |
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Let it fester in my hand |
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What bothers me? |
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Disatisfies? |
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Why the silent when |
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my dark side cries? |
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If I'm so smart, |
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What reason then |
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Do I deceive |
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my knowledge when |
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it eats at me |
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and shows it's true? |
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It's flat, it fits |
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Me like a shoe |
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