| Lovers in the basement
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| Sipping on a cola
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| Their friend goes in to see them
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| But they don’t have to be afraid
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| I go down the stairwell
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| I stare at the stairwell
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| I stare at the girl
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| You just have to be who you are
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| You just have to be who you are
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| You just have to be who you are
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| You just have to be who you are
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| There’s no room for liars
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| There’s no room for liars
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| There’s no need for fires
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| So I won’t have to go outside
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| No one can believe
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| No one can believe
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| No one can believe I’m a voyeur
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| There is no room for voyeurs
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| There’s only room for disaster
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| There’s only room for you and me
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| You just have to be who you are
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| You just have to be who you are
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| You just have to be who you are
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| You just have to be who you are
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| Everyone knows
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| My friend she’s only sixteen
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| She’s only sixteen
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| But she’s either sold out or sewn up
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| You just have to be who you are
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| You just have to be who you are
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| You just have to be who you are
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| You just have to be who you are
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| All my friends, my friends
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| And what is important?
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| And what is important?
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| And nothing is important |