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Ambition
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(Sullivan)
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Stepping out onto the stage
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The smalltown star tonight
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Flexes out for fame and fortune
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Into the lights
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The way she tears into the heart
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Makes me realise
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That I never understood hatred
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Until I looked into those eyes - she cries
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No one's going to talk down to me again
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No one's ever going to patronise me again
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I'm going to get out of this town
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Steal myself a crown
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I'm going to get myself some power
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If it's the last thing that I do
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Heading out of Bradford
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With a ticket on the train
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And a faith as hard as steel
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Sharp as any pain
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Gets pictures in the papers
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Smiling oh so good
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While she lies in bed with racing dreams
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Hot as blood
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Cos love will make you happy
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And love will keep you warm
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And love will build a cushion
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To keep you safe from harm
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But hate will drive you onwards
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Hate will drive you upwards
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Till you can get back all the bastards
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Who ever tried to put you down
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And when she's gone forever
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Please don't lay her down to rest
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In a quiet little churchyard
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Along with all the rest
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Throw a great big party
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To remember that she lived
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Give her headlines on the TV
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To remember who she is
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Cos no one's ever going to talk
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Down to her again
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No one's ever going to patronise her again
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She's going to get out of this town
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Steal herself a crown
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She's going to get herself some power
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If it's the last thing that she does
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If it's the one thing that she does
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If it's the only thing that she ever does
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Ambition
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