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If you seek pleasure in pain and comfort in the rain and having an open heart |
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And you can't sit through a class, you're head is half up in the clouds |
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Half up your ass |
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If dark days and bright nights make your world turn |
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Throw a finger up, light it up and let it burn |
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You may be lonely but you're not alone |
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If your tears come out like kidney stones |
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Stand up proud |
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We're screaming even if its not out loud |
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Complicate the world |
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We're an army of Cusack boys and Molly Ringwald girls |
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You don't speak words you exhale them |
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Keep them locked inside, you fail them |
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Old habits die hard, but there corpses always stay to haunt you |
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When starlight burns bright in the black sky |
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We'll be driving out, screaming towards the overpass |
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Rocking in, rocking out to the radio |
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Roll your windows down |
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Bump that Manilow |
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In every school in every home there is another sap like you |
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We're in the park looking up at the stars with nothing else to do |
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One day you'll meet another one and you'll kicked out of our club; we never win in love |
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And we are the one who never see why growing up has got to be like war |
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Its touchy feely but its true: there's a loser in the same position |
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Standing next to you |
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Starlight burns bright in the black sky |
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We do what we want. |
