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The girls in the back of the room |
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Having the time of their lives |
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As they sing out of tune |
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You know I'll be going soon |
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To the back of the room |
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Because I can't keep |
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Calling my mother |
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I need another kind of other |
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And even though I love my brother |
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He won't do |
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Like you up against the back wall |
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I know you've heard it all |
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But you should know I want nothing more |
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Than the idea of you |
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It's not that I'm dying |
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To be young again |
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But the last few years |
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Have turned me into an alien |
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And you should know |
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That you're just filling in |
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For the idea of you |
