| We were the French club dropouts
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| But we never got excused from class
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| The secretary must have been high
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| To turn a blind eye on us sneaking out back
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| And we were pregnant on the balcony
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| And you caught me with a cigarette
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| I never put the thing on my lips
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| Just crushed it and spit on where I laid it to rest
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| I was the best at being second place
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| But now I’m just the runner-up
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| At being the second one you think of every day
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| Before you go back to one
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| We were the law school rejects
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| So we quarrelled at the bar instead
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| Shot out in four words or less
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| You want a jail, you want a mess, you have the right to drink less
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| Then we were floating on a balcony
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| And I fell into a trampoline
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| I never should’ve looked for a hand
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| From an invisible pushmi-pullyu pushin' on me
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| I was the best at being second place
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| But now I’m just the silver you dread
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| And only in the shape of a bullet
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| Am I ever the shape you see when you wake up dead
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| So will you cauterize the bleeding or bastardize the meaning?
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| I’m the one worth seeing
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| As a waif, a friend, I guess that’s the extent
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| More than assisted when you cut inside the paper
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| To project it from the lighthouse and eject it out into the void
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| I was the best at being second place
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| Oh, I was the best at being second place
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| I was the best at being second place
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| Oh, I was the best at being second place
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| I was the best at being second place
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| But now I’m just the runner-up
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| And only the second one you think of every day |