| Watching yourself standing at the crossroads
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| Look over your shoulder while the other guy reloads
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| It seems only human to want out
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| Weighing all the options when you just wanna scream
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| But you freak into a calm cause you gotta pick a team
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| And you play their way until you get to shout
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| All the perfect girls of pop
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| They bat their eyelashes a lot
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| And sing sweetly, they sing sweetly
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| Like they never been hurt before
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| Like they never had their heart slammed in a door
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| They sing sweetly, they sing sweetly
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| Winning and losing and everything between
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| Spinning in circles like a big machine
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| And working up a quiet inner rage
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| Til a rhythm and beat come in your head
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| And it goes right under something you said
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| And you wake up wondering if you are okay
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| All the perfect girls of pop
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| They bat their eyelashes a lot
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| And sing sweetly, they sing sweetly
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| Like they never been hurt before
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| Like they never had their heart slammed in a door
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| They sang sweetly, they sing sweetly
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| Safe and cold’s a mighty resonator
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| Just because I think about her don’t mean I hate her
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| I don’t believe her fire keeps you warm
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| If you think too much it’s the land of indecision
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| If you don’t think enough it’s the imprecision
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| I guess I just don’t understand the form
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| All the perfect girls of pop
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| They bat their eyelashes a lot
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| And sing sweetly, they sing sweetly
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| They sang sweetly, they sing sweetly |