| If somehow I was standing
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| In your room without my boots
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| With your spider in my hand
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| And I look at you
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| And my skin is red
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| Yeah arm to arm and thigh to thigh
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| Even though there’s plenty of room
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| And I look just like an owl
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| And you think that’s just fine
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| But it doesn’t matter, anyway
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| As long as we’re together
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| I don’t see what’s wrong with that
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| That
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| As long as we’re together
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| I don’t see what’s wrong with that
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| That
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| Well I don’t think I’ll be bitter
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| «Hey you must not know yourself very well»
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| You will be silent
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| For a few months
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| But all that shit he said
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| I don’t know what I read
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| Yeah keep that sweatshirt wait outside
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| We’ve only ever talked
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| For what?
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| Seemed like an hour
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| But I was so happy
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| There must be common things
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| As long as we’re together
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| I don’t see what’s wrong with that
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| That
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| As long as we’re together
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| I don’t see what’s wrong with that
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| That
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| But only in my mind would I begin to think it true |