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I can't believe you need me I never thought I would be needed for anything I can't believe my shoulders Would carry such important weight As your head
Baby, don't believe it Baby, don't believe it, oh, it's in your eyes I can see the weakness you don't have to hide I can take you under, under my wing
The man wrinkles his face But it's already worn The coffee is sour And the shirt is torn But the smile is bigger than the Atlantic sea It happens to
You say, "You're identical tonight" But you're identical to some Who wants to be a some? Not me I am not a one-trick pony I am not a one-trick pony I
Picture perfect A life that you saw in a magazine or maybe a travelling book Wanted to get on that plane And fly away 'Cause you are a rock star deep
Paint my face in your magazines Make it look whiter than it seems Paint me over with your dreams Shove away my ethnicity Burn every notion that I May
Oh, I once had something, something that was so good Better than the last thing I touched Then turned right around on that something Yes I figured I didn
It is the passion flowing right on through your veins And it's the feeling that you're oh so glad you came It is the moment you remember you're alive
All I know is everything is not as it's sold But the more I grow, the less I know And I have lived so many lives, though I'm not old And the more I see
Hot motel Stuffy inside I know well These eleven walls Hot black tar I tan my legs Rest my heart And dream of the city Magazine And diet Coke I'm not
Fresh off the boat Fresh off the boat Fresh off the boat I rock these bare feet like no one else can My hands are dirty I like 'em that way, shows who
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: All I know Is everything is not as it's sold but the more I grow the less I know And I have lived so many lives Though I'm not old And the more I see
: I am not a one-trick pony I am not a one-trick pony I really feel nothing can hold me I really feel no one can own me Nobody can control me Nobody
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