| Floating on waves of static high above your home
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| Somewhere in between water and ice
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| Looking down upon everyone you’ve ever known
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| In your whole entire so called life
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| I’ve always thought that you were really something else
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| Like a presence here from far away
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| Unwrapped as if to draw a tangent from yourself
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| Never ever having much to say
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| I know you know just what you like
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| And I am really not your thing
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| But just in case you change your mind
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| I wrote this song for you to sing
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| You always were the type to hide your head in style
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| Wary of the latest trend or scene
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| Despite your act of sense your name is in demand
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| Bleeding through a naughty magazine
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| I know you know just what you like
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| And I am really not your thing
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| But just in case you change your mind
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| I wrote this song for you to sing
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| I know you know just what you like
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| And I am really not your thing
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| But just in case you change your mind
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| I wrote this song for you to sing |