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[Chorus] |
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(There's no consolation prize) |
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There's no prize for consolation |
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(There's no consolation prize) |
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There's no prize for consolation |
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[Verse 1] |
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All stuck in the middle |
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Between what is and what might be |
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A great sensation |
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Has swept the nation |
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Everybody wants the image you've got for sale |
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With massive confirmations on your part |
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But buddy, you've taken the nation |
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Check it out, the new Teen Beat model of the year |
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(My sister's totally into you guys) |
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[Chorus] |
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(There's no consolation prize) |
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There's no prize for consolation |
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(There's no consolation prize) |
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There's no prize for consolation |
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[Verse 2] |
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Struck down from the pillar |
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Short lived is all you'll ever be |
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(A once great sensation) |
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Has wiped out the nation |
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Your message is no longer for sale |
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And no proclamation |
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Will return the station |
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You held onto while the rest of us moved on |
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As not quite sensations |
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But mere subatomic particles of the nation |
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We're happy if our songs get heard at all |
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So bring forth donations |
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For the boombox generation |
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That's right |
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[Chorus] |
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(There's no consolation prize) |
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There's no prize for consolation |
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(There's no consolation prize) |
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There's no prize for consolation |
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[Outro] |
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Don't be afraid |
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Of what you say |
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'Cause anyway |
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Is the only way |
