The air comes off the ocean
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The city smells fishy
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The air is full of fish and mystery
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Whispering who, what, when
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And I'm warning you I am weightless
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And the wind is always shifting
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So don't hang anything on me
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If you ever want to see it again
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I am telling you I'm different than you
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Think I am
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And you can dangle your carrot
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But I ain't gunna reach for it
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Cuz I need both my hands
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To play my guitar
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And life is a sleazy stranger
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Who looks vaguely familiar
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Flirting with a bimbo named disaster
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At the end of the bar
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And I am telling you that I am different
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Than you are
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At night when you're asleep
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Self-hatred's going to creep in
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And try to blame it on the devil
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(The one who's bed you sleep in)
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And don't tell me what they did to you
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As though you had no choice
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Tell me, isn't that your picture?
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Isn't that your voice?
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If you don't live what you sing about
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Your mirror is going to find out
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Yeah, I'd like to go to all the pretty parties
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Where all the pretty people go
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And I ain't really all that pretty
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But nobody will know
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Cuz everybody loves you
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When you're a star
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And nobody questions
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What it takes to go that far
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Life is a sleezy stranger
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And this is his favorite bar
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No I don't prefer obscurity
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But I'm an idealistic girl
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And I wouldn't work for you
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No matter what you paid
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And I may not be able
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To change the whole fucking world
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But I could be the million
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That you never made
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I could be the million that you never made
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I could be the million that you'll never make
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You're looking at the million that you'll never make
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Million You Never Made
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Ani DiFranco |