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You're extraordinary |
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None of the fashion girls |
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Your second skin's so skinny |
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It almost hurts |
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It looks like you were floating when you try to take a walk |
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You always seem to listen everytime we try to talk |
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If there's nothing else to stop us on our way, way, way |
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Tell me why pourquoi ne pouvons-nous jamais etre aimes |
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I think I like you |
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But not enough |
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We're individuals and very hard to touch |
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You suffer more than others |
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From what we're meant to be |
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None of those sunshine-lovers |
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Like on TV |
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We're generation faith-departed, started to go down |
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Unfinished, unforesakeable upon a common ground |
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If there's nothing that we're not allowed to say, say, say |
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Tell me why pourquoi ne pouvons-nous jamais etre aimes |
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I think I like you |
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But not enough |
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We're individuals and very hard to touch |
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I think I like you |
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I think I like you |
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I think I like you very much |
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I think I like you |
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I think I like you |
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I think I like you |
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But not enough |
