| There is a boy in a band
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| Who is friends
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| With my French teacher’s stepson
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| Sebastian
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| A very nice gentleman
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| He seems to know me
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| But i can’t remember him
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| Good god forgive me
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| I’m out of my element
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| And i can’t seem to keep them all straight
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| I’ve forgotten which people i like
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| And which people i hate
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| And i’m waiting for someone to shake me and say
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| Hey bitch
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| Your wish is my command
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| Just smile and nod
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| We’ll under-
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| Standing in front of the sink
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| I’m pretending to wink
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| At pretend paparazzi
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| Who hide in the chemicals
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| From every locket
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| Behind every curtain
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| Their lenses ensure that I look lost in thought
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| Yet approachable
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| But i can’t seem to keep them all straight
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| I’ve forgotten which ones i should skip
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| And which ones i should take
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| And i’m waiting for someone to shake me and say
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| Hey bitch
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| Don’t quit
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| You’re almost dead
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| Don’t give up now
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| Make friends instead of going out
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| Go home
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| Instead of getting dressed go back to bed
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| There is a voice on the phone
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| Who’s convinced i’m alone
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| And I’ve called because I’m greedy
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| And looking for sympathy
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| He seems to like me
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| But i can’t relate
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| I would like to get closer
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| But christ all the time it takes
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| And i can’t seem to keep myself straight
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| I’ve forgotten which habits to hide
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| And which habits to fake
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| And i’m waiting for someone to shake me and say
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| Hey bitch
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| Nice tits
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| You’re broke but then
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| You’re rich in love
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| You’re great in bed
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| You’ll see the world
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| You’ll knock 'em dead
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| And all the thick books that you’ve read
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| Will count for nothing in the end |