There's a girl
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Who sits under the bleachers
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Just another day eating alone
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And though she smiles
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There is something just hiding
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And she cant find a way to relate
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She just goes unnoticed
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As the crowd passes by
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And she'll pretend to be busy
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When inside she just wants to cry
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She'll say...
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[Chorus]
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Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible
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Look a little closer, I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
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Take another look at the face of Miss Always Invisible
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Look a little harder and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day
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When you'll ask her her name
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The beginning, in the first weeks of class
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She did everything to try and fit in
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But the others they couldn't seem to get past all the things that mismatched on the surface
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And she would close her eyes when they left and she fell down the stairs
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And the more that they joked
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And the more that they screamed
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She retreated to where she is now
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And she'll sing...
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[Chorus]
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Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible
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Look a little harder I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
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Take a little look at the face of Miss Always Invisible
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Look a little closer and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day that you will ask her...her name
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And one day just the same as the last
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Just the days been in counting the time
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Came a boy that sat under the bleachers just a little bit further behind...
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Miss Invisible
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Marie Digby |