| She goes to bed, but it’s always alone
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| With a handful of friends and trouble at home
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| She wants to be good, she knows that she should
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| But with the knowledge of this, there’s no way she could… oh, no We’re no more than friends and that’s where it ends
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| But funny enough we’re both wearing grins
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| And I’ll spend half the day just running around
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| With a pocket of change and you on my mind
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| I play with some words you might not have heard
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| But I’m never afraid of sounding absurd
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| And it’s not hard to see the way this could be And if it’s alright with you, then, it’s OK with me…
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| Some things are better unsaid…
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| Oh, she goes to bed, but it’s always alone
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| With a handful of friends and trouble at home
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| Oh, she wants to be real, to learn how to feel
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| What can a poor girl do, but take your heart from you
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| She’ll take your heart from you… |