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Now they call me seven inch |
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Nowadays I'm doing nothing, sitting by the TV watching |
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Talking less and thinking of what adolescence learned |
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Hours passing the occasion, major lack of inspiration |
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Waiting for some fun to happen before it's too late |
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Lonely days and lonely evenings, with a phone that never rings |
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Playing stupid games on my computer makes it worse |
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Now thay call me seven inch |
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Sleeping longer, still I'm tired, studying less, no books have I read |
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Walking back and forth upon the carpet in this room |
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Every time I sit and call all the numbers on my wall |
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No one ever answers, it gets you in the end |
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Should be writing songs about it, or a diray note at least |
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Creativity, come back to me, I just can't wait |
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Now they call me seven inch |
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Nowadays they call me, seven inch |
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Cowardice and phoney, seven inch |
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For lots of different reasons, seven inch |
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Even in the free zones, seven inch |
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People call me seven inch, is this hell or heaven |
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Pinch my arm to see if I'm awake, I mean no harm, so |
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Give me a break, I'm just like sissy was in carrie and |
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Missy was last summer, to anybody passing by I give my |
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Number, come on, take it slow, jay jay, don't try to |
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Push it, if you're in a hurry you can blow it |
