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For about four years I've hated this town |
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Yeah, so much I just wanna get out |
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Since graduation was long ago |
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Please somebody get me out of this hole |
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'Cause I don't want to get stuck in here |
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When I am thirty-four just talkin' 'bout high school years |
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No I don't wanna be there, and feel so stuck right here |
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Back and forth, side to side, oh my dear |
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My foot to the floor I will drive to the place |
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Where I can kick it with friends through the night |
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A place we'll talk about now and the past what the future holds |
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Hanging out with not much to do |
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Just aimless with each other is what we do |
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'Cause this ain't where it's at |
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My friends will second that |
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And I gotta admit sometimes it's pretty sad |
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But it's like were our own brat pack |
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We're always kickin' back nobody can take that |
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And that is that it's like it's all we have |
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Whoa, whoa |
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Yeah, oh |
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Come on say, "Oh, oh, get on the floor |
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Dance till you got no more" |
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I know it's there somewhere |
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Don't worry I'll be there to rock the party all night |
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To rock it till there's light our fists in the air |
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Fightin' the good fight |
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'Cause' we were singing along |
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To Peter Gabriel's, 'Sledgehammer' song |
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You know it's clear that tonight we belong in this place |
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So I step back to reflect in this town I hate |
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And at least just for a second I think I might stay |
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This ain't where it's at |
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My friends will second that |
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And I gotta admit sometimes it's pretty sad |
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But it's like were our own brat pack |
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We're always kickin' back nobody can take that |
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And that is that |
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So I'll run away to the hopes that I have |
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But still I fall asleep in the arms of my past |
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And when I wake so helpless and thinking of that |
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Just lay back down again, everyday |
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So maybe later today I'll know |
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What I will do with my life as I know it |
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Maybe for now I'll drive back to that place where I belong |
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And hope to God, it hasn't changed |
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This ain't where it's at |
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My friends will second that |
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And I gotta admit sometimes it's pretty sad |
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But it's like were our own brat pack |
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We're always kickin' back |
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Nobody can take that no no no |
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This ain't where it's at |
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My friends will second that |
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And I gotta admit sometimes it's pretty sad |
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But it's like were our own brat pack |
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We're always kickin' back |
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Nobody can take that |
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That is that it's like it's all we have |
