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You've been sleeping in a field |
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But you look real rested |
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You set out to outrage |
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But you can't get arrested |
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You say your image is new |
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But it looks well tested |
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You're lost without a crowd |
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Yet you go your own way |
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You say your summer has gone |
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Now the winter is crawling in |
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They say that even in your day |
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Somehow you never could quite fit in |
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Though it's cold outside |
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I know the summer's gonna come again |
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Because you know what they say |
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Every dog has his day |
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You're a misfit |
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Afraid of yourself, so you run away and hide |
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You've been a misfit all your life |
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Why don't you join the crowd and come inside |
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You wander 'round this town |
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Like you've lost your way |
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You had your chance in your day |
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Yet you threw it all away |
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But you know what they say |
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Every dog has his day |
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Look at all the losers and the mad-eyed gazers |
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Look at all the loonies and the sad-eyed failures |
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They've giving up living 'cause they just don't care |
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So take a good look around, the misfits are everywhere |
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This is your chance |
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This is your time |
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So don't throw it away |
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You can have your day |
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'Cause it's true what they say |
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Every dog has his day |
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You're a misfit |
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Afraid of yourself so you run away and hide |
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You've been a misfit all your life |
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But why don't you join the crowd and come inside |
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You wander 'round this town |
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Like you've lost your way |
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You had your chance in your day |
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Yet you threw it all away |
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Now you're lost in the crowd |
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Yet still go your own way |
