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You chase in the rat race |
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And you always feel so hollow |
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You marry because it's expected of you |
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And it only makes you feel more lonely |
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But still you look down on the teenage dad on, on his estate |
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He's happy, so leave him alone with his baby and his modest home |
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He's happy, so leave him alone with his |
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Jensen Interceptor |
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It's just a runaround |
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You defer to the views of the television news |
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Let someone do your thinking for you |
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And you still buy a daily newspaper |
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And you find everything there but the news |
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And still you look down on the teenage dad on, on his estate |
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He's happy, so leave him alone with his baby and his modest home |
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He's happy, so leave him alone with his |
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Jensen Interceptor |
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It's just a runaround |
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You become your parents parent |
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And you love them but you can't help feeling used |
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And you hate the teenage dad on his estate |
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Because he's poor, but he's happier than you |
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They're all laughing at you |
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You're a dipper, a slider, cart-horse provider |
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Nobody cares about you |
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Just as long as you're out there bringing it in |
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Despising the grin on the face of the boy |
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With the methadone, ah, with his methadone |
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He's happy, so leave him alone, ah with his methadone |
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He's happy, so leave him alone |
