Oh yeah
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Revolving Dora
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Hits the floor alone again
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See her spinning, see her grinning at her imaginary friends
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She's in her own rotating world
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There's something blurry about that girl
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Oh yeah
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And she's turning out to be
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immune to gravity
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She's a lot like you
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Not much like me
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Oh yeah
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Revolving Dora
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Seems so sure about it al
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She knows the score
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So long before the morning papers make the call
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And she's turning out to be immune to gravity
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And I don't know the degree
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Of her grip on reality
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But she sure has got a hold on me
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Oh yeah
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Revolving Dora
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| Fountains Of Wayne |
