I'm at the other end of the world
Sitting next to the other girl you like
She doesn't look a thing like me
She doesn't say much about anything
There isn't anything to do
We don't want to talk about you
So I go down to read a magazine
But now she's actually real to me
It makes me sick, makes me sick,
Makes me sick, makes me sick,
Sometimes I even dream about it
It makes me sick, makes me sick,
I'm riding back home on a boat
I'm starting to write you a note
But all I can see is her pretty face
See your eyes and her mouth
It makes me sick, makes me sick,
Makes me sick, makes me sick,
Sometimes I even dream about it
It makes me sick, makes me sick,
When I think about you and her
It's a rough end, it's tough end
It stumbles in my stomach
You told me you called us fair
and it made me feel like nothing
I don't want to see her on my dreams
I don't want to see you explain
I don't want to see her on my dreams
It tickles when my friend likes me
One at the other end of the world
Fitting next to the other girl you like
It makes me sick, makes me sick,
Makes me sick, makes me sick,
Sometimes I even dream about it
makes me sick, makes me sick
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