| There’s a girl
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| Who sits under the bleachers
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| Just another day eating alone
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| And though she smiles
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| There is something just hiding
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| And she can’t find a way to relate
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| She just goes unnoticed
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| As the crowd passes by
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| And she’ll pretend to be busy
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| When inside she just wants to cry
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| She’ll say…
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| Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible
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| Look a little closer, I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
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| Take another look at the face of Miss Always Invisible
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| Look a little harder and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day
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| When you’ll ask her her name
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| The beginning, in the first weeks of class
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| She did everything to try and fit in
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| But the others they couldn’t seem to get past all the things that mismatched on
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| the surface
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| And she would close her eyes when they left and she fell down the stairs
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| And the more that they joked
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| And the more that they screamed
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| She retreated to where she is now
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| And she’ll sing…
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| Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible
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| Look a little harder I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
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| Take a little look at the face of Miss Always Invisible
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| Look a little closer and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day that
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| you will ask her… her name
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| And one day just the same as the last
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| Just the days been in counting the time
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| Came a boy that sat under the bleachers just a little bit further behind… |