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Yeah, ha ha |
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I'm officially going in bro |
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And refusin' to come out |
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Ha ha, unless I'm bloody |
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Let's go |
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I'd like to think I pride myself on being humble |
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Man these other motherfuckers lose touch like a fumble |
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Cause you can keep a level head and have fun too |
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But I came to pummel the game til it's sayin' encore |
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At least until my name's in the same lane as buzz |
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You gonna have to respect me for making 'being uncool' cool |
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You know, Caprice the sandals, Ray Bans, skinny pants and flannels |
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So insecure I'm tugging at my t-shirt |
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'Cause I swear the girl behind me staring at my love handles |
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I just wanna change the channel or delete 'em |
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Where the fuck is Adam Sandler when you need him |
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A Christopher Walken on my papercut shit again |
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Thank God for walkmans and I gotta thank God often |
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'Cause otherwise I'll be like these other guys |
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This type of scene just ain't my thing |
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Everybody's too cool for school |
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And yet somehow I never felt so alone |
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In a room full of people |
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So I'm a seat on this stool |
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And I'm gonna lace up my boots |
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And keep on walking till I make my way home |
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Can someone tell me how I got here in the first place? |
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'Cause honestly in my opinion this the worst place |
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I mean I even said hello to a few girls |
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I feel like Brad Pitt: stuck in cool world |
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'Cause everything's so foreign |
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And all the conversations boring |
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I mean I'm practically snoring |
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Could somebody please show me the door man? |
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'Cause I don't think that I can take it |
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Everybody here is extra hip like replacements |
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That's probably why I ain't sayin' shit |
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Oh what the hell I might as well get wasted |
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'Cause I'd rather be sedated than conversate |
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About whose sneakers are more outrageous |
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Or whose outfit's the latest |
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I think I blow, joke's on you - greatest. |
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This type of scene just ain't my thing |
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Everybody's too cool for school |
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And yet somehow I never felt so alone |
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In a room full of people |
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So I'm a seat on this stool |
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And I'm gonna lace up my boots |
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And keep on walking till I make my way home |
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Ladies and gentlemen |
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Boys and girls |
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I'd advise you all |
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To the Papercut Chronicles II |
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It don't get much better |
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Yeah |
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This type of scene just ain't my thing |
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Everybody's too cool for school |
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And yet somehow I never felt so alone |
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In a room full of people |
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So I'm a seat on this stool |
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And I'm gonna lace up my boots |
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And keep on walking till I make my way home |
