| Please save me, the sight of me is the saddest thing
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| around, and it slows me downDrag my feet to someone’s
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| beat,
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| I’m not even marching,
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| this parade hates dead weight
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| Where should I go?
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| Don’t my friends look real?
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| Don’t my friends seem real?
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| The saddest thing around looks better when you’re down,
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| looking through the right eye,
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| The saddest thing I see,
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| staring back at me
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| Lost in town the lights are down,
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| I’m the next worst fashion,
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| Kids at best couldn’t care less,
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| Where should I go?
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| Don’t my friends look real?
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| Don’t my friends seem real?
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| The saddest thing around looks better when you’re down,
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| looking through the right eye,
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| Right eye, beauty comes from inside,
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| born to keep me alive
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| The saddest thing around looks better when you’re down,
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| looking through the right eye,
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| The saddest thing I see, staring back at me,
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| looking through the right eye |