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Well, it was punk fifteen in the mornin' |
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And it was time to stand my ground |
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And as the gawks and stares bombarded me |
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You know, I didn't even hear a sound |
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No one gave a damn if I was there or away |
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If I died and went to hell they'd throw a party |
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On my grave and they'd all say |
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"This kid is just a fool, he'll never be cool" |
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They might as well just ship him off |
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To some other school, plain destitute |
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Just a little too guilty |
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Just a little too soon |
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But that day was just like any other day |
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No work and no pay |
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I knew that paradise was some other place |
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And I'd get there another day |
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I will find it before I expire |
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'Cause I've got the desire |
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Well, it was punk fifteen in the evenin' |
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And it was time to set the town on fire |
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I saw my boots and my hair as reflected in the mirror |
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Reveal a street kid named, Desire |
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I didn't give a damn because I was just dyin' to be |
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And as the Hollywood street scene left it's mark on me |
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I changed from a boy into a man |
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I said, "Never again" |
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I stuck out my chin when I should have ran |
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Shit in the fan |
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I was driven so hard |
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By the sound of my heart |
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But that day was just like any other day |
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No work and no pay |
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I knew that paradise was some other place |
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And I'd get there another day |
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I will find it before I expire |
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'Cause I've got the desire |
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When the walls surround in deeper shades of blue |
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And there's no voice of reason inside you |
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And you search for meaning on an empty shelf |
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Then you're always dreamin' of somewhere else |
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Today is just like any other day |
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No fear, no restraint |
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I know that paradise is some other place |
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And I will get there another day |
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You can come with me no conditions or fares |
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Somehow, somewhere |
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I will find it before I expire |
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'Cause I've got the desire |
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Let's go |
