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She was only seventeen |
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lost in the spaces in between |
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Looking for a place she could belong |
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He was a new face on the scene |
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another punk with his heart on his sleeve |
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He was gonna change the world with his song |
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But the world has its own ideas |
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we all must play the hand fate deals |
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When our plans have come and gone |
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we all sing one heart song |
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We All Sing Along |
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We All Sing Along |
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Mrs. Jones cries herself to sleep |
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Valium and a bottle of gin to keep |
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Mrs. Jones lonely body warm at night |
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Marriage aint all she thought it would be |
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Bought into the whole suburban fantasy |
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Everything was gonna be just right |
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But the world has its own ideas |
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we all must play the hand fate deals |
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When our plans have come and gone |
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we all sing one heart song |
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We All Sing Along |
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We All Sing Along |
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... |
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An old man starts another day alone |
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a cardboard bed for his home |
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He feels the young ones stare behind his back |
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He sees himself in their pride |
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he sees himself in their arrogant stride |
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He was gonna be a big CEO |
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But the world has its own ideas |
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we all must play the hand fate deals |
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When our plans have come and gone |
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we all sing one heart song |
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We All Sing Along |
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We All Sing Along |
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We All Sing Along |
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We All Sing Along |
