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I hear the rock show winding down at the high school |
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Kids out on the sidewalk, waiting for a ride |
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All the punks and the queers and the freaks and the smokers |
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Feel like they'll be waiting for the rest of their lives |
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Alright I hear what you're saying to me |
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Alright I hear what |
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I just can't do |
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But I got this spark |
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I got to feed it something |
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Or put it out for good |
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The stadium lights were breaking through the bleachers |
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I spent all day pushing tissue roses into chicken wire |
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Hey S.G.A., |
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I'm an overachiever of the wrong persuasion |
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A pep rally kid, a new gender nation with a new desire |
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Alright I hear what you're saying to me |
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Alright I hear what |
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I just can't do |
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But I got this spark |
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I got to feed it something |
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Or put it out for good |
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Rub up against it till you it gets inside you |
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Rub up against it till its understood |
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Those aren't your friends talking shit about you |
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We've had it bad, we're gonna make it good |
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Alright I hear what you're saying to me (rub up against me till its alright) |
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Alright I hear what |
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I just can't do (rub up against me till its alright) |
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But we got this spark, we got to feed it something (rub up against me and) |