| You’re extraordinary
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| None of the fashion girls
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| Your second skin’s so skinny
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| It almost hurts
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| It looks like you were floating when you try to take a walk
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| You always seem to listen everytime we try to talk
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| If there’s nothing else to stop us on our way, way, way
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| Tell me why pourquoi ne pouvons-nous jamais etre aimes
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| I think I like you
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| But not enough
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| We’re individuals and very hard to touch
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| You suffer more than others
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| From what we’re meant to be
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| None of those sunshine-lovers
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| Like on TV
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| We’re generation faith-departed, started to go down
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| Unfinished, unforesakeable upon a common ground
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| If there’s nothing that we’re not allowed to say, say, say
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| Tell me why pourquoi ne pouvons-nous jamais etre aimes
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| I think I like you
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| But not enough
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| We’re individuals and very hard to touch
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| I think I like you
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| I think I like you
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| I think I like you very much
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| I think I like you
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| I think I like you
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| I think I like you
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| But not enough |