| But hey, hey, all the boys I have ever loved have been digital
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| I’ve been a guest, on a screen, or in a book!
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| I move 'em with my thumbs, I move them with my thumbs
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| I write his name in nothing, he whispers to the author
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| That I will be the only one
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| Escape! |
| Escape! |
| This time, for real!
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| We fool around in the service lane
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| He’s the only friend I have who doesn’t do cocaine
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| And all the boys I have ever loved have been confidential
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| Had a broken home, or a seedy past
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| So I know it’s gonna last
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| And move him with your thumbs, I move him with my thumbs
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| He needs, he needs my guidance, he needs, he needs my time
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| Though I am not the only one
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| He swam! |
| To the edge of the wall of the world!
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| Followed my voice, and he cried
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| Master! |
| The answer is maybe… Maybe not… Maybe not…
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| Maybe not! |
| I have goals!
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| Gotta fulfill the seven prophecies!
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| Gotta be a friend to grandmother!
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| Gotta rescue Michael from the White Witch!
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| Gotta find and kill my shadow self
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| Gotta dig up every secret seashell
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| You may have been made for love…
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| But I’m just made. |