i didn't mean to make you feel out of place
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by the comments on your clothing
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or the makeup on your face
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i didn't mean to preempt the chase
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you're the drama queen of every scene
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perfectly out of place
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so you cry yourslef to sleep
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in your blanket of snow
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with you tiara of barbie doll heads
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and you arms crosed for a pillow
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if you can't make up your mind
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just how different you should be
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reorganize your priorities to expect more sympathy.
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only cynicism can get through to you
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you expand the image up the insults
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negativism through and through
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all of this pretending
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makes me feel a bit confused
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you've spent your life losing yourself
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and now you're marked as used
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so you cry yourslef to sleep
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in your blanket of snow
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with you tiara of barbie doll heads
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and you arms crosed for a pillow
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if you can't make up your mind
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just how different you should be
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reorganize your priorities to expect more sympathy.
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i didn't mean to make you feel out of place
|
|
by the comments on your clothing
|
or the makeup on your face
|
i didn't mean to preempt the chase
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you're the drama queen of every scene
|
perfectly out of place
|
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so you cry yourslef to sleep
|
in your blanket of snow
|
with you tiara of barbie doll heads
|
and you arms crosed for a pillow
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if you can't make up your mind
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just how different you should be
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reorganize your priorities to expect more sympathy.
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I¡¯m Afraid of Who¡¯s Afraid of Virginia Woolf
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Murder By Death |