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I want to play my music |
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As loud as i please |
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I want to grow my hair |
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Down to my knees |
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I won't get a job |
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And be punching your clock |
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Won't be another number |
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In you lay off slot |
[8] |
You say I'm scum <i> |
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I want a house with a white picket fence |
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Don't look at me like i make no sence |
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He says I'm dumb |
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She says I'm scum |
[6] |
You say I'm scum <i> |
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You flew right by me |
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In your Porsche today |
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Hand me my skateboard |
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And I'll make my way |
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Who are you to tell me |
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I'm not right |
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You had your nose to the mirror |
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All last night |
[4] |
You say I'm scum <i> |