| The girl is really gifted
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| Quiet to herself, and she don’t talk to no one else
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| See, she’s really, really different
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| Her hair dye, and lip gloss, and choice of (?)
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| And, oh, she likes to be alone
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| Tipping in a (?), different weather, different zone
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| And everywhere she goes, she can’t seem to fit in
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| She’s always on the out looking in
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| Our voices bang like drums, so loud
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| Put you on my shoulders, we go
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| Opposite, not with the crowd
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| We are marching to victory now
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| Woah, oh
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| Woah, oh
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| The kids at school are trippin'
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| They make him sit alone, like he’s an outcast in his own class
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| Cause he throws out addition
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| But it’s looking bad enough, he’s mad as fuck
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| The teachers won’t even take the time to listen
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| And his parents are (?), (?)
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| Like, he’s in imposition and it breaks his heart
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| But, he can join our march
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| Our voices bang like drums, so loud
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| Put you on my shoulders, we go
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| Opposite, not with the crowd
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| We are marching to victory now
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| Woah, oh (woah)
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| Woah, oh (woah)
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| We march to victory
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| Until the mountain top
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| If we can make it there
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| Then we can reach the stars, yeah
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| I tell him, «Listen»
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| Only one life we’re given
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| Focusing on the mission
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| Only we know what’s written
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| And they can never stop us
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| Come and join in beside us
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| Champions, we raisin' our voices, we all marchin'
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| Our voices bang like drums, so loud
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| Put you on my shoulders, we go
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| Opposite, not with the crowd
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| We are marching to victory now
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| Woah, oh (Oh, oh, oh)
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| Woah, oh (Oh, oh, oh)
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| (We are marching to victory now) |