| I met some people the other day
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| A little get together, guess what we saw
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| There were lines on the mirror, they were having a ball
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| With their hearts all burning off the shrinking soul
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| We were trying hard to hear what they say
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| But we couldn’t hear nothing
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| They didn’t say nothing
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| They were having fun singing to every song
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| But we didn’t belong
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| We didn’t belong
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| We were all trying to just not care
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| But you can’t grab at what’s really not there
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| So stop at the door
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| Turn around in your place and listen
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| There’s a pulse in your wrist
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| Connect your feet to the floor and give in Thet were looking in and we were looking out
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| But it always seems the other way around
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| We all knew that there was something wrong
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| Something was broken
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| We couldn’t really fix it at all
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| Makes me wonder to the very day
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| If four wer reversed, would eight feel the same?
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| They were just insecure and that’s all wrong
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| Now we’re getting along like there’s really nothing the matter at all
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| We were all trying to just not care
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| But you can’t grab at what’s really not there
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| So stop at the door
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| Turn around in your place and listen
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| To your friends from the start
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| Connect the vein to the heart it’s given
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| And if you find when you’re drunk
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| There’s an art to having fun in moving
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| So when you step out of place
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| It brings a smile to your face just living |