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[Intro]
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They say taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
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Complain, express ideas in her brain
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Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets
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You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
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Well mommys little dancer has quite a little secret
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Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it
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It's quite an imposition and now shes only wishing
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That she would have listened to the words they said
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Poor taylor
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She just wanders around, unaffected by
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The winter winds and she'll pretend that
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She's somewhere else, so far and clear
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About two thousand miles from here
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Peter patrick pitter patters on the window
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But sunny silhouette wont let him in
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Poor old petes got nothing because hes been falling
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Somehow sunny knows just where hes been
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He thinks that singing on sunday is gonna save his soul
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Now that saturday is gone
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Sometimes he thinks that hes on his way
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But i can see
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That his break lights are on
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He just wanders around, unaffected by
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The winter winds and he'll pretend that
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He's somewhere else, so far and clear
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About two thousand miles from here
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Such a tough enchilada filled up with nada
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Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
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Used to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking
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Nows shes finger licking to the man
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With the money in his pocket flying in his rocket
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Only stopping by on his way to a better world
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If taylor finds a better world
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Then taylor's gonna run away
