| As she walks down the stairs,
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| Suddenly the whole room stands in pairs.
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| No ones arm to hold, not for now.
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| Sleepless nights alone.
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| As she walks down the stairs
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| She’s not enough.
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| «Why is nobody alone but me?
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| What is it that everyone else has?»
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| A spine. |
| A mind.
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| And I’m just not like them
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| They’ve got pretty eyes and white lies
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| And real friends, I’ll never fit in.
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| I’m different.
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| As he walks in the house
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| Everybody’s got him figured out.
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| And all the girls lay traps it seems for him.
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| Can he take one back?
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| As he walks, in the house he’s not enough.
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| What is it that everyone else has?
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| A spine. |
| A mind.
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| And I’m just not like them
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| They’ve got pretty eyes and white lies
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| And real friends, I’ll never fit in.
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| I’m different.
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| So what is it that everyone else has?
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| Just tell me everything you know
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| What is it that?
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| A spine. |
| A mind.
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| And I’m just not like them
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| They’ve got pretty eyes and white lies
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| And real friends, I’ll never fit in.
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| A spine. |
| A mind.
|
| And I’m just not like them
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| They’ve got pretty eyes and white lies
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| And real friends, I’ll never fit in.
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| And real friends, I’ll never fit in. |