There is a boy in a band
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Who is friends
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With my French teacher's stepson
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Sebastian
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A very nice gentleman
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He seems to know me
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But I can't remember him
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Good god forgive me
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I'm out of my element
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And I can't seem to keep them all straight
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I've forgotten which people I like
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And which people I hate
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And I'm waiting for someone to shake me and say
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Hey bitch
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Your wish is my command
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Just smile and nod
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We'll under-
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Standing in front of the sink
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I'm pretending to wink
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At pretend paparazzi
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Who hide in the chemicals
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From every locket
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Behind every curtain
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Their lenses ensure that I look lost in thought,
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Yet approachable
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But I can't seem to keep them all straight
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I've forgotten which ones I should skip
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And which ones I should take
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And I'm waiting for someone to shake me and say
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Hey bitch
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Don't quit
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You're almost dead
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Don't give up now
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Make friends instead of going out
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Go home
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Instead of getting dressed go back to bed
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There is a voice on the phone
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Who's convinced I'm alone
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And I've called because I'm greedy
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And looking for sympathy
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He seems to like me
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But I can't relate
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I would like to get closer
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But christ all the time it takes
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And I can't seem to keep myself straight
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I've forgotten which habits to hide
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And which habits to fake
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And I'm waiting for someone to shake me and say
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Hey bitch
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Nice tits
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You're broke but then
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You're rich in love
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You're great in bed
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You'll see the world
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You'll knock 'em dead
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And all the thick books that you've read
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Will count for nothing in the end
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Straight
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| Amanda Palmer |
