Sitting on the edge of an armchair
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my seatbelt unfastened
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shoelaces not tied
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letting the wind mess my hair
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make-up all smudged
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wakin up all blurry eyed
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it's too early in the morning
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for my words to come out right
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just getting used to sunshine
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I'm still squinting in the light
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And it looks like
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a perfect day
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just to get away
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all the mundane
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has brought out the rebel
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I was born to be
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and it feels like
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the perfect time
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just to break away
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this is my life
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it's a scission from the norm
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I'm a nonconformist
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I like doing stupid things
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like laughing on a train
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or falling in love again
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television, magazines
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they tell you how to live your life
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but not how to use your brain
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it's too early in the morning
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for my words to come out right
|
just getting used to sunshine
|
I'm still squinting in the light
|
|
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And it looks like the perfect day
|
just to get away
|
all the mundane
|
has brought out
|
the rebel i was born to be
|
and it feels like
|
the perfect time
|
just to break away
|
this is my life
|
it's a scission from the norm
|
|
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I wanna do something
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I've never done
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dip my toe beneath the surface
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of a sea
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that I've never seen the bottom of
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I'm not perfect
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don't have to be
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can walk around in just bare feet
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I'm comfortable in my own skin
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my confidence
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it starts within
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And it looks like
|
a perfect day
|
just to get away
|
all the mundane
|
has brought out
|
the rebel i was born to be
|
and it feels like
|
the perfect time
|
just to break away
|
this is my life
|
it's a scission from the norm
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A Perfect Day
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| Natasha Bedingfield |
