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The girls in the back of the room
Having the time of their lives
As they sing out of tune
You know I'll be going soon
To the back of the room
Because I can't keep
Calling my mother
I need another kind of other
And even though I love my brother
He won't do
Like you up against the back wall
I know you've heard it all
But you should know I want nothing more
Than the idea of you
It's not that I'm dying
To be young again
But the last few years
Have turned me into an alien
And you should know
That you're just filling in
For the idea of you
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