(K.D. Lang/Ben Mink)
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Propped up against the gymnasium wall
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Leaning with surface lament
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Not one whispered word
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Nor crack of a smile
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Emotions as solid cement
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There's no need to sympathize
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For kind and sure are those eyes
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Are you getting scared my dear
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Are you getting scared
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To shyly compliment the mirror
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To balance the compared
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Then falls one solitary tear
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Oh, to be the stared
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And stumble with the inflicted faults
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While stepping the wallflowerr waltz
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Held and pushed by unleashed desires
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Tethered in self-sacrifice
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Reluctantly charmed by being approached
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But guarded by one's own device
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There's no need to criticize
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For kind and sure are those eyes
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Wallflower Waltz
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K.D. Lang |