I'll be the girl with the long blond hair
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And the really pale skin, if you care
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I sit in the corner of the room
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Cross-legged and quiet, filled with doom, mmhm
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I never ever liked the smell in here
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It's cold and wet and reeks of beer
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The lights are turned out permanently
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But that's OK 'cause I don't want to see
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Wayne
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Wait for me
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And take me up in your hot air balloon
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And feed me cotton candy
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Wayne
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Pray for me
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'Cause I'll be there in a couple of years
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Until then, wait for me
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Who's the strange lady with the big silly hair
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And berries on her face, dressed like a pear
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Do I really have to hold her hand
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And pretend she's mommy, your wife and man
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When I know you're not my mommy
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It's crowded and I feel lost in here
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I'm trying to find a familiar fear
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I look everywhere but I just can't see
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There's not anything that reminds me of me, oh
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Wayne
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Wait for me
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Take me up in your hot air balloon
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And feed me cotton candy
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Wayne
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Pray for me
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'Cause I'll be there in a couple of years
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Until then, wait for me
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You made me fresh as flowers
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Under these rocks and stones
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Wayne
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Wait for me
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And take me up in your hot air balloon
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And feed me cotton candy
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Wayne
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Pray for me
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'Cause I'll be there in a couple of years
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Until then wait for me, no oh oh
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Take me in your hot air balloon
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And feed me cotton candy
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Wayne
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Pray for me
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'Cause I'll be there in a couple of years
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Until then, wait for me
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Wayne
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| Chantal Kreviazuk |
