| If you talk to Mary, please don’t look at me
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| Cause she’s never seen me before
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| Don’t call attention to the
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| Man outside of me
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| Cause she can cut my head off with the blinking of her eye, and I’m not
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| Supposed to be here, and I’m
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| Too young to die
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| See, she carries my confusion in the pocket of her jeans
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| Bouncing like a pinball in between extremes
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| I’m not surprised, this happens all the time
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| My head lights a cigarette inside my mind
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| And she’s never seen me before
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| So if you talk to Mary, please don’t mention me
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| Cause she’s never seen me before
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| Just let me hide behind the
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| Smoke and pleasantries
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| Cause I do my best work with the mannequin brigade, I just peek
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| Around the statues
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| Spitting art and foreign trade, and she looks
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| A hole right through me to a shadow on the wall, 'till I’m sick
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| Of my surroundings while I’m not here at all
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| I’m not surprised, this happens all the time
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| My head lights a cigarette inside my mind
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| And she’s never seen me before
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| Warhol, monotone
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| Robotic talk
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| We’re all so smart, we’re so perceptive
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| But her mouth doesn’t move
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| Except to smile
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| To be polite, to be receptive
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| She burns me with a glance
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| I look away
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| I’m safely cool, I’m so deceptive
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| I’d give my right arm for a different situation
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| I look 'round, I see everybody’s watching me
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| I set myself up for this stupid situation
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| If you talk to Mary, please don’t look at me
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| Cause she’s never seen me before
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| Don’t call attention to the
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| Man outside of me
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| Cause she can cut my head off with the blinking of her eye, and I’m not
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| Supposed to be here, and I’m
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| Too young to die
|
| See, she carries my confusion in the pocket of her jeans
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| Bouncing like a pinball in between extremes
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| I’m not surprised, this happens all the time
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| My head lights a cigarette inside my mind
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| And she’s never seen me before |