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