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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I am 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 sleezy 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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oh yeah
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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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and 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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oh yeah
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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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The Million You Never Made
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| Ani DiFranco |
