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Sleepwalking through the all-nite drugstore |
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Baptized in flourescent light |
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I found religion in the greeting card aisle |
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Now i know hallmark was right |
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And every pop song on the radio |
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Is suddenly speaking to me |
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Yeah, art may imitate life |
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But life imitates t.v. |
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'cuz you've been gone exactly two weeks |
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Two weeks and three days |
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And let's just say that things look different now |
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Different in so many ways |
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I used to be a superhero |
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No one could touch me |
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Not even myself |
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You are like a phone booth |
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I somehow stumbled into |
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And now look at me |
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I am just like everybody else |
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If i was dressed in my best defenses |
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Would you agree to meet me for coffee |
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If i did my tricks with smoke and mirrors |
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Would you still know which one was me |
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If i was naked and screaming |
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On your front lawn |
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Would you turn on the light and come down |
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Screaming, there's the asshole |
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Who did this to me |
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Stripped me of my power |
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Stripped me down |
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I used to be a superhero |
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No one could touch me |
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Not even myself |
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You are like a phone booth |
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I somehow stumbled into |
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And now look at me |
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I am just like everybody else |
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Yeah you've been gone exactly two weeks |
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Two weeks and three days |
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And now i'm a different person |
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Different in so many ways |
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Tell me what did you like about me |
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Don't say my strength and daring |
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'cuz now i think i'm at your mercy |
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And it's my first time for this kind of thing |
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I used to be a superhero |
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I would swoop down and save me |
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From myself |
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You are like a phone booth |
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That i somehow stumbled into |
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And now look at me |
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I am just like everybody else |
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I am worse than everybody else |
