He said, "practice Electra
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You might need me someday
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Though the wind blows your hair, tugs you around
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I know you won't blow away"
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Yes, my name is Electra
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And I'm a talk-aholic
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But I get kinda quiet on days when I'm feeling
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Especially sad or melancholic
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He said, "practice laughing at my jokes
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They don't all make you cringe
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Practice crying when I leave you
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It'll give me something to drown in"
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He said, "c'mon an' smile at me
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Don't treat me like an invader
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Practice, Electra
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You might need me later
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Yes, my name is Electra
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And I check my e-mail every fifteen minutes
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But I never go to rambunctious parties
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'Cause I have my limits
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He said, "practice, Electra
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You might need me later
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You've tried to say goodbye, goodbye
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But you just say see ya later alligator"
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He said, "practice smiling when I love you
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It doesn't seem right when you're smirking
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Practice asking for reasons
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When you feel this ain't working
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Oh c'mon Electra, don't treat me like an invader
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C'mon and smile at me, don't treat me like that invader
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Yes, my name is Electra, and who knows, I might need you later
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Practice Electra
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| Megan Slankard |
