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I've had good times |
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With some bad guys |
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I've told whole lies |
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With a half smile |
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Held your bare bones |
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With my clothes on |
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I've thrown rocks |
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Then hid both my arms |
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I don't know what good it serves |
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Pouring my purse in the dirt |
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But I-I-I-I-I don't wanna be your cheerleader no more |
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But I-I-I-I-I don't wanna be your cheerleader no more |
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I've played dumb |
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When I knew better |
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Tried too hard |
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Just to be clever |
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I know honest thieves |
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I call family |
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I've seen America |
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With no clothes on |
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But I-I-I-I-I don't wanna be a cheerleader no more |
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But I-I-I-I-I don't wanna be a cheerleader no more |
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I don't know what I deserve |
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But for you I could work |
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Cause I don't wanna be a cheerleader no more |
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I don't wanna be a cheerleader no more |
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I don't wanna be a cheerleader no more |
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I don't wanna be a dirt eater no more |
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I don't wanna be a dirt eater no more |
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I don't wanna be a cheerleader no more |
