There's a river of tears I need to cry
Been holding back for years
There's a mountain so high I need to climb
To wipe away the fears
Solitude and loneliness
Have been a friend of mine
As I'm turning my back on emptiness
I leave them all behind
Who knows just where I'm going
Does tomorrow belong to me
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway
I could never forget how hard I tried
When we were oh so young
Just one tender moment I cannot find
Well maybe I had none
Strength will be by my side
Although I feel afraid
But I know it's too late for this goodbye
There's nothing left to say
Who knows just where I'm going
Does tomorrow belong to me
Walk away this time with my head held high
Walk away just me and myself
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway this time
One day you'll realize
That the tears you saw in my eyes
Will be there forever
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway
Just walkaway
And just walkaway
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You´re In A Bubble
Geri Halliwell
Schizophonic
It's important to learn to laugh at ourselves
Don't take life too seriously!
You're in a bubble
The money's just double
So call the police
'cause your carma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Give baby a cuddle
You're losing control
And you're selling your soul
Big mouth, big money
You bitch, you ain't that funny
Got somethin' to burn
And love to waste
It's a social climb
To big bad taste
Rich bitch, sugar daddies
Whizz kids, city boys
Jet setting, go getting with grown-up toys
Heart-breakin', money making
Earth-quaking, love faking
Where's your heart
Did you sell that too
You're in a bubble
The money's just double
So call up the police
'cause your carma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Give baby a cuddle
You're losing control
And you're selling your soul
Paranoid star lover
You talk rich and that's your cover
The more you get the more you chase
Wipe that prada smile
From your rada face
Dressed up messed up
Green-eyed sycophant
Pushy mother lost brother
In real hot pants
Heart breaking, money making
Hot-headed fool
Get your own way
Divide and rule
You're in a bubble
The money's just double
So call up the police
'cause your carma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Give baby a cuddle
You're losing control
And you're selling your soul
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