1: I need is oneOne more man is enoughBabe,

I don't wanna float to lightOn a cloud of

1: foot in front of the other

sayin’ those words like you hate me nowOur house

1: tryna be indieNot tryna be coolJust tryna be

1: Brooke Candy, Sia, ounces in a bottle of

know, I was broke down, I had hit the

won't give up, I won't give upI won't give

is a girl from the bottom of the earthShe

Gonna fight, gonna fightGonna make it through the nightWhen the walls

say you are fineBut I see painBehind those eyesYou

I, I, I)(I, I, I, I)(I, I, I, I)(I, I,

was born in a thunderstormI grew up overnightI played alone,

Help, i have done it, againI, have been here many times

Sia & a champion, I throw my hands in

1: A. G. girls don't get hurtCan't feel anything,

me to the moonAnd let me play among the

love, gimme love, gimme loveGimme love, gimme love, gimme loveGimme

I feel like I'm lost in the desertBut you're my

more teardropThe surface tension breaksAnd if the surface tension