| The air comes off the ocean
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| The city smells fishy
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| The air is full of fish and mystery
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| Whispering who, what, when
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| I am warning you i am weightless
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| And the wind is always shifting
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| So don’t hang anything on me
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| If you ever want to see it again
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| I am telling you i’m different than you
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| Think i am
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| And you can dangle your carrot
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| But i ain’t gonna reach for it
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| Cuz i need both my hands
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| To play my guitar
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| And life is a sleazy stranger
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| Who looks vaguely familiar
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| Flirting with a bimbo named disaster
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| At the end of the bar
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| And i am telling you that i am different
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| Than you are
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| At night when you’re asleep
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| Self hatred’s going to creep in
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| You can try to blame it on the devil
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| The one who’s bed you sleep in
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| And don’t tell me what they did to you
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| As though you had no choice
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| Tell me, isn’t that your picture?
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| Isn’t that your voice?
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| If you don’t live what you sing about
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| Your mirror is going to find out
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| Oh yeah
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| I’d like to go to all the pretty parties
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| Where all the pretty people go
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| And i ain’t really all that pretty
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| But nobody will know
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| Cuz everybody loves you
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| When you’re a star
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| And nobody questions
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| What it takes to go that far
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| And life is a sleazy stranger
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| And this is his favorite bar
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| No i don’t prefer obscurity
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| But i’m an idealistic girl
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| And i wouldn’t work for you
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| No matter what you paid
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| And i may not be able
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| To change the whole fucking world
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| But i could be the million
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| That you never made
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| Oh yeah
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| I could be the million that you never made
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| I could be the million that you’ll never make
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| You’re looking at the million that you’ll never make |