| But hey, hey, all the boys I have ever loved have been digital
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| I’ve been a guest on a screen, or in a book
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| I move him with my thumbs, I move him with my thumbs
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| I write his name in nothing, he whispers to the author
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| That I will be the only one
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| Escape! |
| Escape! |
| This time, for real!
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| We fool around in the service lane
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| He’s the only friend I have who doesn’t do cocaine
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| And all the boys I have ever loved have been confidential
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| Had a broken home, or a seedy past
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| So I know, I know it’s gonna last
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| Move him with my thumbs, I move him with my thumbs
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| He needs, he needs my guidance, he needs, he needs my time
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| And I am not the only one
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| He swam! |
| To the edge! |
| Of the wall! |
| Of the world!
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| Followed my, followed my voice! |
| And he cried!
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| «Master! |
| The answer is maybe, maybe not!
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| Maybe not! |
| Maybe not! |
| I have goals!
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| Gotta fulfill the seven prophecies
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| Gotta be a friend to grandmother
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| Gotta rescue Michael from the White Witch
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| Gotta find and kill my shadow self
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| Gotta dig up every secret seashell
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| You may have been made for love
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| But I’m just made." |