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So there I was, fifteen, stuck in |
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High school was no prom king |
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Zoned out in a daydream of a |
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Pretty girl, my own beauty queen |
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I was too shy to talk |
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I was round and soft |
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All the kids would drawl: \"You got some beady eyes, boy\" |
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Then I'd start to shrink |
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Cecame too hard to see |
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They got what they need |
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I got the beady eyes |
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You can get what you want |
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Make a plea to the dark |
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Not as hard as it seems, kid dreams |
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What did I want? |
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What did I need? |
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I got three squares a day, I got a bed for sleep |
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I couldn't shake a deep belief in a |
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Pretty girl who would save me |
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And then sure enough, they would call my bluff |
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They'd jab and trip me up |
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Hit right between the eyes, boy |
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Fill my cuts with salt |
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Slowly I'd dissolve |
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That was all they saw, boy with beady eyes |
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You can get what you want |
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Make a plea to the dark |
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Not as hard as it seems, kid dreams |
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Oh God now here she comes |
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My perfect lady luck |
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I never did give up, I never did give up |
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The once and future king |
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The best it's ever been |
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If only they could see, see with my beady eyes, boy |
