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Introdução: F Bb C C
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Midday in the underground, there's a teenage girl selling music for her bed.
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I'll be the one that you look upon and thank your lucky stars
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That you walk in your own shoes.
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Clip clop past a sleeping bag and a woolly hat lying open on the ground.
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Give money and sympathy, hold your little girl like you won't see her again.
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Does anyone know, the places you go.
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On a day like today I drink champagne from a straw
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And I get my own way, He loves me above them all.
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And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
On a day like today.
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I've got my all over tan and my tummy tuck, my two babies boy and girl.
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Big house in the country with expensive bags for my scary little dog.
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My man sleeps around a bit, keeps him from my bed, one less job for me to do
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I'm the one you look up to and wish on every star for one day in my high shoes.
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Can anyone hear, it's hollow in here.
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On a day like today I drink champagne from a straw
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And I get my own way, he chose me above them all
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And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
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In a day like today. A day like today.
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A day like today. A day like today...
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Can anyone hear, it's hollow in here.