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In this town |
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There is nothing at all |
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But a brown school and a dead shopping mall |
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The record store is execrable |
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We sit around blowing bubbles ' |
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Cause we're young and insane |
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And we're running away for the summer |
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We're deprived and depraved |
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And we won't get away with it, young and insane |
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When you're free in an antique car |
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For a week, you will know who you are |
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In uninhabitable |
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We go out to jump in puddles ' |
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Cause we're young and insane |
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And we're running away for the summer |
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We're deprived and depraved |
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And we won't get away with it, young and insane |
