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Misfit
The four of them wore business mine from a second-hand shop
                                                                I joined them,
we went to a high-class restaurant, it was full, but there were side rooms
                                                                 I lost my friends
ended up sitting at a table amongst people who thought I was a waiter.
                                                               I dressed for tennis the wrong time out of place,
 quickly left followed to exit by derisive sniggers  
                                                              Outside I changed into jeans and blue shirt just like
Seafarers on a movie does and could, from the top of the hill,
saw my ship leaving the pier; ran down till I tasted blood, too late,
                                                              she was gone forever
Because my nerdy needs to be accepted
Bought a suit walked back up to the restaurant, the guests were outside
                                                              playing tennis, some swam in the pool,
 they still thought I was the waiter and ordered drinks.
    
Written by oskar
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