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Messy hair, wide eyesBored as hell, simple lifeYeah, she's a cocktail waitressTo work then home, that's all she knowsShe lives alo-o-oneTurns off her phoneShe locks the doorDraw the curtains, leave it all behindA riddle you can read itShe keeps it close, keeps it locked locked upShe's living through a secretThe only thingThat makes her feelAliveAlive, aliveAliveAlive, aliveBack to work next dayBrings the check, getting paidWell, she's a cocktail waitressShe grabs her coat while shutting doorsShe's setting offTurns of her phoneForgetting allThe only thingThat makes her feelAliveAlive, aliveAliveAlive, aliveShe's walking over creaky floorsShe hears the city pounding at the doorShe's never gonna let them knowAbout the only thing(That makes her feel)AliveAlive, aliveAliveAlive, aliveAliveAlive, aliveAliveAlive, alive
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