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We are like kids in a play |
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Set in the Victorian age |
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We only know what to say |
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Because we practiced at home |
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Or rehearsed on the bus |
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Next to kids just like us |
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Who couldn't help but think we were weird |
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And you would open your mouth and it would kill me |
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Just start to speak of the South, like I had been there |
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And you would forgive yourself as you map my words |
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I think it's your turn to leave and throw a fit |
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And I will mumble and grieve and then sigh |
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Brings the crowd to their feet and almost makes you cry |
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What if no one comes |
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What if we get bored |
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Will you fit my clothes |
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If we should switch roles |
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Here we go |
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We're like kids in a play |
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Set in the Victorian age |
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We only know what to say |
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Because we practiced at home |
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Or we rehearsed on the bus |
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Next to kids just like us |
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Who couldn't help but think, they couldn't help it |
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They couldn't help it (x3) |
