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I don't want to be another big star |
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Picking at your cars |
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Stealing at your clothes |
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Finding out what you don't know |
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You don't know |
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I don't want to be your big star |
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Picking your calls, saying I don't know |
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I don't want to be your suitor |
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Lacking at your feet |
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Trying to love the things you need |
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And you know I've heard this before |
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And you know I've heard it some more |
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Won't you give me a chance |
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To break down your door? |
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But I sit, oh oh, I still sit here |
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I don't want to be a tailor |
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Pricking at your thumb |
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Washing all the tears away |
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Some words |
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Oh no, I believe they don't feel you |
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Picking up your dirt |
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Washing all your dreams away |
