Everybody But Me
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Ooh,
I
stand
here
in
the
corner,
thinking
over
one
two.
What
am
I
to
do?
Should
I
go
home
still
sober?
Or
should
I
buy
me
another
glass
of
wine
and
forget
about
time?
But
my
jeans
are
too
tight.
-
Don't
really
feel
like
dancing.
No
this
light
is
too
bright
.
-
Don't
really
feel
like
shining.
No
this
room
is
too
small.
-
Rather
stand
against
the
wall
and
hope
that
no
one
sees
me...
When
everybody's
dancing,
I
don't
want
to.
When
everybody's
toying,
I
don't
want
to.
When
everybody's
laughing,
I
don't
want
to.
Everybody
but
me.
When
everybody's
drinking,
I
don't
want
to.
When
everybody's
using,
I
don't
need
more.
When
everybody's
floating,
I
don't
want
to.
Everybody
but
me,
yeah.
I
get
the
creeps
-
from
all
the
people
in
here.
I
cannot
breathe
-
it's
too
crowded
in
here.
Don't
look
at
me
-
I
don't
wanna
be
seen,
touched,
heard,
bothered
-
by
the
fellas,
who
got
the
look
in
their
eye.
They
want
to
take
me
home,
without
knowing
my
name.
They
wanna
put
it
on,
but
do
they
not
know,
is
that
I'm
not
like
the
others?
When
everybody's
dancing,
I
don't
want
to.
When
everybody's
toying,
I
don't
want
to.
When
everybody's
laughing,
I
don't
want
to.
Everybody
but
me.
When
everybody's
drinking,
I
don't
want
to.
When
everybody's
using,
I
don't
need
more.
When
everybody's
floating,
I
don't
want
to.
Everybody
but
me,
yeah.
Autor: Lykke Li
Autor tekstu: Brak
Autor muzyki: Brak