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Who's that skinny boy with his chin on his collar trying not to exist? |
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He has no friends to dance with |
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Inside the kids all shuffle wearing skin |
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Outside, waiting, a lonely skeleton |
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For his mom to pick him up and take him home and end the looks |
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Until he's safe in bed |
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To worry about his bones |
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Sometimes I feel like I don't fit in |
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But at least I'll never be stuck inside my skin |
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They're not like me |
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I'm not like them |
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But surely |
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There must be |
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A place where skeletons |
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Can dance with other skeletons |
