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Oh girl, what are you doing there? |
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You're cutting off all your hair, oh. |
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Oh girl, what did they do to you? |
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What did they take from you |
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That you can never get back? |
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Laura, Laura. Laura, Laura. |
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Laura, you can grow up. |
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Oh... |
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Oh girl, what would you die for? |
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No, what would you die for? Oh. |
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Oh girl, you're crying out in your room, |
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You're wanting to shoot the moon |
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'Cause you will never go far. |
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Laura, Laura. Laura, Laura. |
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Laura, you can grow up. |
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Oh... |
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You can try and hide away |
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From all the things that people say |
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That you need to be okay |
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But you'll just stay the same. |
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You can try and hide away |
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From all the things that people say |
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That you need to be okay |
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But you'll just stay the same. |
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You can try and hide away |
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From all the things that people say |
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That you need to be okay |
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But you'll just stay the same. |
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Oh... |
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Laura, Laura. Laura, Laura. |
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Laura, you can grow up. |
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Oh... |
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Laura... |
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You can try and hide away |
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From all the things that people say |
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That you need to be okay |
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But you'll just stay the same. |
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Laura... |