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You were one step behind in that dismal school of mine |
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Needle and percocet instead of books on students desks |
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We were so charming, but the future was alarming |
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And now don't you go look so proud |
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Yes, guess who's laughing now? |
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And we've learned that life is one big game |
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Where the winners are all getting paid |
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So stop dragging your feet behind |
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You can't live with the folks all your life |
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So on those days home in your car |
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We jerked the steering wheel to the median |
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Joking that we'd end our lives |
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But we weren't joking all the time |
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"Start a band or throw a brick" |
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You lazy hipsters make me sick |
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Don't clap your hands; don't start to dance |
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Don't let them know that you're a fan |
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You may be living in Manhattan |
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But where are you really from? (Have you forgotten?) |
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Kid, you may be playing your music loud |
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But it's drowned out by your mouth |
