| She walked into the room
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| Like people tend to do when they show up
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| She was only twenty-two
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| And sick of people telling her to grow up
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| It just gets worse the more you wait
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| And you could easily find a date if you only wanted to
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| You’re such a pretty girl
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| From your lavender hair down to your combat boots
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| She tried hard to get that feeling
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| That comes easy to you and I
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| Still, she thought it might be funny
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| To do one selfless deed before she died
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| Valerie
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| She doesn’t know how to be like every other girl
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| She’s alone in her little world
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| And you can’t come in
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| Valerie
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| Standing on the balcony
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| And if you look you could see into her mind
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| But you can’t come in
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| And if you never knew nobody
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| Then how’d you ever know that you were lonely
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| She’d known someone who had
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| And if that’s the case then what’s the point in knowing
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| She stood there in the open
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| For everyone to see
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| Too proud to ask for anybody’s help
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| She had this revelation
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| The sheer amount of work that it would take
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| To be like everybody else
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| But she didn’t want them anyways
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| She’s no damsel in distress
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| She just sipped her daiquiri
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| And wished she wasn’t easily convinced
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| But who were you fooling anyways?
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| You should have guessed
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| You should have known
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| It doesn’t matter what they say
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| Some people like to be alone
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| Valerie
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| She doesn’t know how to be like every other girl
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| She’s alone in her little world
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| And you can’t come in
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| Valerie
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| Standing on the balcony
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| And if you look you could see into her mind
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| But you can’t come in
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| You can’t come in
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| You can’t come in
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| No, You can’t come in
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| You can’t come in
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| You can’t come in
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| You can’t come in
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| No, You can’t come in
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| You can’t come in
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| You can’t come in
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| You can’t come in |