| I had a plan at ten years old
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| To try my best, do as I’m told
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| But that don’t catch the pretty people’s eye
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| I didn’t have the coolest hair
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| The newest clothes, or the richest parents
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| So I sat alone as the pretty girls walked by
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| I tried my best at making jokes
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| Only to trip over my words and choke
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| So I ran back home and stayed inside my room
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| I swore I’d never go back alive
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| Shallow talk with shallow minds
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| But that was just a jealous boy’s excuse
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| Cause everybody’s dancing and I don’t feel the same
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| This room is full of people who barely know my name
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| And I don’t feel like dancing on my own again
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| Another year without a friend
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| Another year where I just close my eyes and dance inside my head
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| With age comes insecurity
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| Embarrassment and tragedy
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| Increasing fear of growing old lonely
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| I said I put on my dancing shoes
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| But I’ve got two left feet and no good moves
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| The pretty girls found cooler kids than me
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| So I sat and waited patiently
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| Until the day I’d finally be asked
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| But it never came
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| Cause everybody’s dancing and I don’t feel the same
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| This room is full of people who barely know my name
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| And I don’t feel like dancing on my own again
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| Another year without a friend
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| Another year where I just close my eyes and dance inside my head
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| And I found it hard to take
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| Some time out of the days that I spent wishing I could be
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| Anyone but me
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| Cause everybody’s dancing and I don’t feel the same
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| This room is full of people who barely know my name
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| Cause everybody’s dancing and I don’t feel the same
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| This room is full of people who barely know my name
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| And I don’t feel like dancing on my own again
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| Another year without a friend
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| Another year where I just close my eyes and dance inside my head
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| Another year where I just close my eyes and dance inside my head |