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Floating on waves of static high above your home |
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Somewhere in between water and ice |
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Looking down upon everyone you've ever known |
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In your whole entire so called life |
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I've always thought that you were really something else |
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Like a presence here from far away |
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Unwrapped as if to draw a tangent from yourself |
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Never ever having much to say |
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I know you know just what you like |
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And I am really not your thing |
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But just in case you change your mind |
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I wrote this song for you to sing |
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You always were the type to hide your head in style |
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Wary of the latest trend or scene |
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Despite your act of sense your name is in demand |
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Bleeding through a naughty magazine |
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I know you know just what you like |
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And I am really not your thing |
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But just in case you change your mind |
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I wrote this song for you to sing |
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I know you know just what you like |
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And I am really not your thing |
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But just in case you change your mind |
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I wrote this song for you to sing |
