Top it up, a white carnation.
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I borrow my mother's clutch,
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Thinking the grass could be greener, at last,
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Now that I'm all grown up.
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But expectation and idle'll be the death of me.
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In a dress to kill and a glass to fill
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I wasn't ready but I didn't fight.
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Pink champagne tastes the same.
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I don't want to feel this way.
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Looking back, it was such a dumb idea,
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Five girls in the same-colored dress.
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Book a honeymoon and find yourself thinking,
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My life is a perfect mess.
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Cause when you're far from the [?]
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I start feeling at home where I am
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Thinking the grass would be greener, at last,
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If I were on my own.
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Pink champagne tastes the same.
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I don't want to feel this,
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I don't want to feel this way.
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Everybody's saying, if I were you
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Cause now you're such a good judge
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When it comes to love.
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And everybody's thinking they know me and you.
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Oh, I can be cruel.
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So can you.
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Pink champagne tastes the same...
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And I don't want to feel this,
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I don't want to feel this,
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I don't want to feel this way.
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Pink champagne tastes the same...
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I don't want to feel this,
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I don't want to feel this,
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I don't want to feel this way.
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Pink Champagne
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| Kathleen Edwards |
