| In iambic pentameter, followed parameter, crossing my eyes, dot my T’s
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| I was delivered holding scissors, I live deliberately, I’m a quitter
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| And a winner anyway, cause I never agreed to participate in this game
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| Won’t follow my dreams 'cause they all got me waking up screaming
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| I can’t let them go for me, after all, there is no «I» in team
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| And I’d rather be normal, yes, so normal
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| I suggest that we keep this informal
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| 'Cause a normal human being wouldn’t need
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| To pretend to be normal, to be normal
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| Well I guess that’s the least that I owe ya
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| To be normal in a way I couldn’t be
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| C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally
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| If I could live in third person, well, I don’t think life would be much worse
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| than it is
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| In the current tense, presently, this sentence ending in question marks or dot,
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| dot, dot
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| Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you’re contagious?
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| It may just be a cold, and besides I don’t wanna get old, yeah
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| I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party
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| When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave
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| And I’d rather be normal, yes, so normal
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| I suggest that we keep this informal
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| 'Cause a normal human being wouldn’t need
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| To pretend to be normal, to be normal
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| Well I guess that’s the least that I owe ya
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| To be normal in a way I couldn’t be
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| C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally
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| Now this is the part of the song where I like to talk to my audience
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| I like to tell 'em there’s something I want from you hep cats tonight
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| I want you to look to your left, look to your right, your 12 o’clock,
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| three o’clock, six o’clock, nine o’clock, rock around the clock tonight
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| And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities,
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| those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils and the beautiful eyes of
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| the beautiful boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you
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| tonight, and I want you to tell 'em how you really feel
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| I want you to love the way they so seamlessly, like a dream for me,
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| so beautifully, oh-so-dutifully jam that square peg in the round hole in their
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| hearts
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| I want you to tell 'em that you love the way that they don’t stick out like
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| sore middle fingers
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| That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve, stick their flag in
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| the peak, and slide their way back down
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| I want you to tell them that you love the way that they’re not maladaptive,
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| not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them
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| exactly the way that everybody else is
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| I was nothing before, so I couldn’t have asked to be born
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| I’ll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then?
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| Is there nothing to fear? |
| Cause shit’s getting weird
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| So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan
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| And I’d rather be normal, yes, so normal
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| I suggest that we keep this informal
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| 'Cause a normal human being wouldn’t need, no
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| To pretend to be normal, to be normal
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| Well, I guess that’s the least that I owe ya
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| To be normal in a way I could never be
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| C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah
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| C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah
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| C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally |