| What a drag it is
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| In these gold lame jeans
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| Is this the coolest way
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| To get though your teens?
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| Well I cut my hair weird
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| I read that it was in
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| I look like a rooster
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| That was drowned and raised again
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| What are you going to do?
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| I’ll tell you what I’m going to do
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| Why don’t you get away?
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| I’m going to leave today
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| I ran into my room
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| And I fell down on my knees
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| Well I thought that fifteen
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| Was going to be a breeze
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| I picked up my guitar
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| To blast away the clouds
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| Somebody in the next room yelled
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| You got to turn that damn thing down
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| What are you going to do?
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| I’ll tell you what I’m going to do
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| Why don’t you get away?
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| Well I’m going to cry all day
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| And I know trouble is brewing out there
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| But I can hardly care
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| They fight all night about his private secretary
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| Lipstick stain, blonde hair
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| What are you going to do?
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| I’ll tell you what I’m going to do
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| Why don’t you run away?
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| I’m going to leave today
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| But even I don’t know what I’m going to do
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| Don’t know what I’m going to do
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| No
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| What are you going to do?
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| I’ll tell you what I’m going to do
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| Why don’t you run away?
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| I’m going to leave today
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| What are you going to do?
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| I’ll tell you what I’m going to do
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| Why don’t you get away?
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| I’d rather to cry all day |