She rides the midnight train to Newtown
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Her long legs across the seat
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And talks of lunch at Ansty¡¯s Teahouse
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Where the fashion lions feed
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She¡¯s running away, so tired of her small world
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Then turning the page, is there anybody there
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She cries over and over again
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Could this ever be the life for me
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Long nights drinking her coffee esprit
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Talk of lovers and swirl
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She¡¯s dying to play
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She¡¯s a magazine girl
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Another perfumed Monday morning
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Life without a care
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Retail friends and gossip warnings
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The weekend in her hair
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She¡¯s turning away, pretends she never needs much
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But longing to say, doesn¡¯t anybody care
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She cries over and over again
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Could this ever be the life for me
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Long nights drinking her coffee Esprit
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Talk of lovers and swirl
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She¡¯s dying to play
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She¡¯s a magazine girl
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Vanity¡¯s in Vogue
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Mode and Style is all she needs to make the scene
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A weekend with her movie queens
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Still-life inside her magazine
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She¡¯s running away, pretends she never needed much
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Still longing to say, doesn¡¯t anybody care
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She cries over and over again
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Could this ever be the life for me
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Long nights drinking her coffee Esprit
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Talk of lovers and swirl
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She¡¯s dying to play
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She is running away
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She is turning the page
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She¡¯s a magazine girl
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Magazine Girl
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