| I see you nearly everyday.
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| I see you, but you don’t see me.
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| I wish I had something clever to say.
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| And I wish I had something better I could be.
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| We touched hands by the coffee machine the other day.
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| I know you’ve forgotten already,
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| But I’m gonna take that moment to the grave.
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| To the grave.
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| Cuz I just wanna walk you home.
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| I just wanna walk you home.
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| Oh, yea.
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| I see you nearly every night.
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| I see you when you’re down in your house.
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| With my night vision binoculars
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| I creep quiet as a mouse.
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| And I get jealous when I see you stroking his hair.
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| But it’s okay, I tell myself 'cause I know
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| It’s only I’m not there.
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| I’m not there.
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| Cuz I just wanna walk you home.
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| I just wanna walk you home.
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| Well I just need some time alone.
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| I just need some time alone.
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| I’m the boy who watches the phone.
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| I’m the boy who eats lunch on his own.
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| I’m the boy with the monotone.
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| I’m the boy who still lives at home.
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| I’m the boy with the ironed shirt.
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| I’m the boy who watches you work.
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| I know where you keep your skirts.
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| I know where your secrets lurk.
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| I’m the boy that’s calling your house.
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| I’m the boy that’s freaking you out.
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| With my thermal flask of tea.
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| Up there in your neighbor’s tree.
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| I’m the boy that’s crossing borders.
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| I’m the boy with social disorders.
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| I’m the boy with restraining orders.
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| I’m the boy, yeah.
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| Cuz I just wanna walk you home.
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| I just wanna walk you home.
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| And I know that’s it not right to creep.
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| But I just wanna watch you sleep alone.
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| Cuz I just wanna walk you home.
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| I just wanna walk you home. |