| I wanna drip in colour
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| Baby, don’t paint me beige
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| My heart is a wildflower
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| And arch my back
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| I am a lion’s power, tonight
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| Don’t try and hold me down
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| Because my heart is a wildfire
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| And I remember rolling backstreets
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| Hanging out the window with my hair tied up
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| Beauty and the freedom
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| We were all so young, comparing broken hearts
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| We were all so young, so young
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| Free
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| I am a gypsy’s daughter
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| Oh and there was only love
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| You know I was a wild child
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| Oh, so maybe just a taste
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| I know my body gave you that hunger for love, hunger for love
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| That’s why I’m so dangerous
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| My body is a wildfire
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| And I remember rolling backstreets
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| Hanging out the window with my hair tied up
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| Beauty and the freedom
|
| We were all so young, comparing broken hearts
|
| We were all so young, so young
|
| And I remember rolling backstreets
|
| Hanging out the window with my hair tied up
|
| Beauty and the freedom
|
| We were all so young, comparing broken hearts
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| We were all so young, so young
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| And everything we did back then
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| Well it feels so beautiful now
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| Looking back in retrospect
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| Soaked in sepia, waiting for the sun to go down
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| Still always in retrospect
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| Sitting in the backseat with our eyes shut tight
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| Getting high to Radiohead
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| Oh and everything felt so beautiful
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| And I remember rolling backstreets
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| Hanging out the window with my hair tied up
|
| Beauty and the freedom
|
| We were all so young, comparing broken hearts
|
| We were all so young, so young
|
| And I remember rolling backstreets
|
| Hanging out the window with my hair tied up
|
| Beauty and the freedom
|
| We were all so young, comparing broken hearts
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| We were all so young, so young |