You are something else,
You are something else,
And Friday night is just as lonely,
As I had thought that it would be,
'Cause you are somewhere else,
You're always somewhere else.

But sugarplum faeries,
Are always dancing in your fields,
And the gnomes of everlasting wonder,
Are waiting at your heals,
Always waiting at your heals.

And I had thought to leave a message,
Of the things running through my head,
But the call will not be completed,
'Cause it's better left unsaid,
It's better left unsaid,
It's better left unsaid.

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