| London, Paris, Rome - long since I've been home |
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Chose the yellow-brick road, blinded by the light |
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Acted like a star, unpolutted laughter |
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Took myself too far, never a morning after |
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And I danced my life away |
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Now there's so much left to say |
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There's no easy way down, my dear |
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Cruising in my car, pain and caviar |
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Diamonds for breakfast, then some love for lunch |
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They were all traitors then, I was the blossoming flower |
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Fell in love with them, this was my finest hour |
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And I danced my life away |
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And I've got so much left to say |
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There's no easy way down, my dear |
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No more rambling rose, feel like bailing out |
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My mascara's leaking, looking like a freak |
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There's no one to blame, how I've spent my days through |
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And if you want the same, I can always show you |
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How I danced my life away |
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When there was so much left to say |
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There's no easy way down, my dear |
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