| Maybe, maybe its the clothes we wear,
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| The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
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| Maybe its our kookiness,
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| Or maybe, maybe its our nowhere towns,
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| Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
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| Maybe its our looseness,
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| But wee trash, you and me,
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| Wee the litter on the breeze,
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| Wee the lovers on the streets,
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| Just trash, me and you,
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| Its in everything we do,
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| Its in everything we do…
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| Maybe, maybe its the things we say,
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| The words wee heard and the music we play,
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| Maybe its our cheapness,
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| Or maybe, maybe its the times wee had,
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| The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
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| Maybe its our sweetness,
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| But wee trash, you and me,
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| Wee the litter on the breeze,
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| Wee the lovers on the street,
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| Just trash, me and you,
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| Its in everything we do,
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| Its in everything we do… |