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I Wish I Was A Girl
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The devil's in the dreaming
He tells you I'm not sleeping
In my hotel room alone
With nothing to believe in
You dive into the traffic rising up
And it's so quiet

You're surprised and then you wake
For all the things you're losing
You might as well resign yourself to try and make a change
And I'm going down to Hollywood
They're going to make a movie from the things
That they find crawling 'round my brain

I wish I was a girl, so that you could believe me
And I could shake this static every time I try to sleep
I wish for all the world that I could say
"Hey, Elisabeth, you know I'm doing alright these days"

The devil's in the dreaming
You see yourself descending
From the building to the ground
And you watch the sky receding
And you spin to see the traffic
Rising up and it's so quiet

And you're surprised and then you wake
For all the things I'm losing
I might as well resign myself to try and make a change
And I'm going down to Hollywood
They're going to make a movie from the things
That they find crawling 'round my brain

I wish I was a girl, so that you could believe me
And I could shake this static every time I try to sleep
I wish for all the world that I could say
"Hey, Elisabeth, you know I'm doing alright these days"

In one of these dreams, you forgive me
It makes me think of bad decisions that keep you at home
How could anyone else have changed?
But these are wrong conclusions that leave you alone
How could everyone rearrange?
How could everyone else have changed?
What I see, I believe

For all the things I'm losing
I might as well resign myself to try and make a change
And I'm going down to Hollywood
They're going to make a movie from the things
That they find crawling 'round my brain

Well, I can't sleep at night
Well, I can't sleep at night
Well, I can't sleep at night
Well, I can't sleep at night


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