sometimes in the middle of the night,
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sometimes in the middle of a show, i'll go
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sometimes i'm a little underdressed,
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sometimes i'm a little overblown, i know
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but it's the people you meet
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it's the conversations you have, that last
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Well, honey when i'm down, you say i'm stuck in the past, perhaps
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but i don't know
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grew up in another one's clothes
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grew up in another one's home, alone
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grew up with another person's rules
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that were made up long ago, i won't
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'cause it's the rhythm you dance,
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it's the style of clothes you wear, out there
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it's in the way you smile,
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it's in the way that you stare, i care
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but i don't know, what else i should say
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and you make some sense in an abnormal way
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i don't know
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i don't know
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i don't know
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i don't know
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it stares in the middle of your eye
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it stabs in the middle of your back, react
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it doesn't even matter what you say,
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it doesn't even matter how you act, relax
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'cause it's the rhythm you dance,
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it's the style of clothes you wear, out there
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it's in the way you smile,
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it's in the way that you stare, oh i care
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but i don't know, what else i should say
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and you make some sense in an abnormal way
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i don't know
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i don't know
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i don't know
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i don't know
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Underdressed
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| stellastarr* |
