| There’s a girl in the room above me
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| We pass by on the stairs
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| Claims she’s in some new movie
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| And she acts like she’s still there
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| Says she’s in love with Elvis
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| And she’s reading Baudelaire
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| I went up one Friday night
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| Just to show my face and to be polite
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| Looking back now all that I recall
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| Is dancing on the ceiling to King Creole
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| I stayed up, stayed up a flight
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| Woke up in the morning in a different light
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| Opened my eyes, who should I see?
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| The girl upstairs right next to me
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| I’m in over my head
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| Over my head again (in too deep)
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| Over my head… over my head again
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| Well, that girl in the room above me
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| Plays at drama all the time
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| Thinks this is Brief Encounter
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| But I can’t even think of my lines
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| I stayed up, stayed up a flight
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| Woke up in the morning in a different light
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| Opened my eyes, who should I see?
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| The girl upstairs right next to me
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| I’m in over my head
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| Over my head again (in too deep)
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| Over my head… over my head again
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| I’m in over my head
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| Over my head again (in too deep)
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| Over my head… over my head again
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| I can’t go back, I won’t go down
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| I only want to hang around
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| A voice comes in, it’s right on cue
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| I can’t help falling in love with you…
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| I’m in over my head
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| Over my head again (in too deep)
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| Over my head… over my head again
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| I’m in over my head
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| Over my head again (in too deep)
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| Over my head… over my head again… |