see the strange boy talking to his shadow
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he's got a secret to tell
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his imaginary friend knows everything
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don't let him go out
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he says they won't believe you
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you don't know what you're talking about
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cause his eyes are always red, can't sleep at night
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doesn't feel like being positive all the time
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doesn't sit still, doesn't look well
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give him something, make it chemical, chemical
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you'll feel better when you cannot feel
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see the strange girl talking to her shadow
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she's got a secret to tell
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her imaginary friend knows everything
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don't let her go out
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she says they won't believe you
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you don't know what you're talking about
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doesn't sit still, doesn't look well
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give him something, make it chemical, chemical
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you'll get used to cranial niches
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smooths out neuro-transmitted glitches
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you'll feel better when you cannot feel
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we'll have such a fabulous time
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almost imitate a normal life
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you'll feel better when you cannot feel
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Chemical, Chemical
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Pretty Girls Make Graves |