| Did somebody tell you what I couldn’t tell you
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| I hope they did
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| I hope they didn’t
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| Well I oughta regret it Or should I forget it Whatever this is It feels electric
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| You shot me a sweet look
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| Gave me your yearbook
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| Told me to sign it It was a signal
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| But I couldn’t find the words
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| I just couldn’t find the nerve
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| As usual
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| Here’s my bright idea
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| I’ll just disappear
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| I’ll just fly away from here
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| (Hey!)
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| And now you’re in Hollywood
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| Right in my neighborhood
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| Things are really looking up for you
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| An army of managers
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| And lots of pretty boys lining up To read for you
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| Oh, I’m pretty sure that it was you
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| That I bumped into just the other day
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| At the record store
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| But I still don’t have a clue
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| I just couldn’t talk to you
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| As usual
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| Here’s my bright idea
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| Mmmm
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| I’ll just disappear
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| Woah
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| Here’s my bright idea
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| Bamb bamb bamb bamb
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| I’ll just disappear
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| I’ll just fly away from here
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| So I come to your event
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| In my well rehearsed mystique
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| I show up an hour late
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| But I’ve been ready for a week
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| And you float into the hallway
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| like some neon silhouette
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| I’m slowly losing oxygen
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| and my hands are soaking wet
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| all the cameras and reporters
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| piling up on one another
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| just to get a look at you
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| they all want an interview
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| Then I make my move
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| push them out of my way
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| but I still just don’t know what to say
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| Here’s my bright idea
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| Mmmmm
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| I’ll just disappear
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| Woah
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| Here’s my bright idea
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| Bamb bamb bamb bamb
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| I’ll just disappear
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| I’ll just fly away from here
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| Here’s my bright idea
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| Here’s my bright idea
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| Here’s my bright
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| Here’s my bright
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| Here’s my bright idea
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| Woah |