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Did you hear about me
This time last week I was molting
When you said you could get to know me
Yeah right
I'm just riding this high ‘til next week

All my life I've been taking the backseat
The backseat
I know I'm average, saddened, and plain
I can't beat
The girls with same gifts but maybe some money
Maybe they'd spend me
Maybe I'm spinning
But they liked my set; saw me at a house show in the city I was born in but I can't afford the Uber home

I know, I know
That couldn't be you
You looked away when I came to my senses, it's more than eyes I see through
Alright
I'll just lie when I say that I flew

All this time I've been holding back to
To you
You grew up different but here we are
The same old, the same new
Oh I am trying not to go backwards
But I'm stuck catching up to you
And you think you could understand
Your free-ranged brand raised in private school

I don't want to know you

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