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Here she comes again, smiling like a horse |
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God he was asleep on that day she was born |
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Riding her bike with the sun in her eyes |
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finding her way in a world that still smiles |
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Here she comes again, dancin like clown |
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God he went astray on the day she arrived |
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she's stumbling ashore, like a pig in a pond |
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Ready to fly, ready to die |
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The world is a cruel affair |
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if you don't dance to a common beat |
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People are cruel Elaine, if you don't fit the bill |
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The world is so cold out there |
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if you dance to a different beat |
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people are scared, believe me Elaine |
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Here she comes again, dressing like a clown |
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God she's different, puts a smile on your face |
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Here she comes again, smiling like a horse |
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God he was asleep on that day she was born |
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Riding her bike with the sun in her eyes |
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finding her way in a world that still smiles |
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The world is a cruel affair |
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if you don't dance to a common beat |
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People are cruel Elaine, if you don't fit the bill |
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The world is so cold out there |
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if you dance to a different beat |
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but, people are scared, believe me Elaine |
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They say it's the inside that matters |
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now that's a lie, what a lie |
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Fly by strange little bird fly by...fly home |
