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Sure it's a gas |
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(We're) Stuck in an English class |
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Can't even dream |
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So it's hard to accept the role you're given |
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When you're sittin' there staring at the ceiling |
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Wishing you were so very far from here |
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When you're 13 |
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What fors and whys |
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If he's got it why can't I |
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You're my queen |
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And I dream about you when I'm in my bed |
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And if all of these things are like you said |
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Then I'd rather be in another scene |
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When I'm 14 |
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Just not fair |
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I'm not getting anywhere |
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Oh hard as a stone |
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They expect us to make it out alone |
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And they scream at us when we're on the phone |
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And they lecture us all about routine |
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When you're 15 |
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Get out of here |
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You're crowding my tender years |
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Don't say you see |
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Cos you'd forgotten what it's like to be |
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And I'm sure that it's changed to some degree |
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Christ's advice ain't never as it seemed |
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When you're 16 |
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Four years go |
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You've fallen before you know |
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You're now of age |
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And you're thrown in a different cage |
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And you're faced with another blank page |
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And I know I don't need to be told |
