| The whole world is getting high
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| While all our jobs are so dry.
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| I can see, I can hear your cries.
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| I’m not the type of guy
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| To let my life pass me by.
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| And all I know, I’ve heard back at home.
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| Oh, your mom was a centerfold.
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| Your dad was so typical.
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| I’m a lush, so what’s your story?
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| And every single day,
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| I watch as my neighbors pray:
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| «Please don’t fill our world with hate.»
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| And when will the world see
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| There aren’t any bad seeds?
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| With life comes room to grow.
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| Oh, your mom was a centerfold.
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| Your dad was so typical.
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| I’m a junkie, so what’s your story?
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| I’m sorry, boys and girls,
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| But you will be judged AND labeled your entire life.
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| No ifs, ands, or buts.
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| We all have our problems,
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| And we all have our habits.
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| So what exactly separates you from me?
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| Oh, your mom was a centerfold.
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| Your dad was so typical.
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| I’m a lush, yeah, so what’s your story?
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| Oh, your mom was a centerfold.
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| Your dad was so typical.
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| I’m a junkie, so what’s your story?
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| (Oh, OH, oh…)
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| You’re bound to be a centerfold.
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| (Oh, OH, oh…)
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| You’re bound to be typical.
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| I’m a lush, so what’s your story?
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| I’m a junkie, so what’s your story?
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| I’m just me, so what’s your story? |
| yeah… |