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well the kids all laugh |
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point their fingers and call her names |
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'cuz she don't look like them |
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and her family's kinda strange |
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but when she looks at me that way |
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it makes me smile and want to say |
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i'd be glad for you to stay |
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when i think about her |
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she eats alone and walks home |
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without a friend in sight |
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and everybody else is hangin' |
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while she's home very friday night |
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it makes me sad to see her face |
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filled with doubt and and oughta place |
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it makes my mind drift into space |
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when i think about her |
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never had someone to truly care |
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pop never could find the time to spare |
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she grew up tough and that's alright |
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i want her to see that they're not like me |
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well i wanna hang with her tonight |
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well i walked up to her |
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and asked if she'd like to dance |
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but she turned, ran away |
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and didn't give me a second glance |
