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Everybody looks at me |
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Like they're so surprised that I can breathe. |
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I need to get out of this town. |
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I need to run for my own now. |
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And all my lack of style, I blame on him. |
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And all I want is this... |
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I need to have my time. |
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But I'm glued, I'm glued to the script. |
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Everybody looks at me |
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Then turns to their friend and says something. |
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I hate this town and my new life. |
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I'm tired of waiting all the time. |
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And all my lack of skill, I blame on him. |
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And all I ask is this... |
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I need to feel alive... |
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But you're glued, you're glued to the script. |