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You're just trying to read
But I'm always standing in your light
You're just trying to sleep
But I always wake you up to apologize
I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times
I know how it seems
When I always sing to myself in public
I babble on like a madman
I know how it seems
When I'm always staring off into nothing
I'm lost in my head again
I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times
Is this what it feels like?
Well, I've got my heart strung up on clothing line
Through tenement windows in mid-July
I've got my heart strung up on clothing line
Through tenement windows
I-I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times
Is this what it feels like with my wings clipped?
I'm awkward and nervous
I'm awkward and nervous
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