| Just down from the waterway
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| Underneath the towers
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| Out there almost every day
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| Running from what I was
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| So much that we’d dream about
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| Where no one else can find us
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| Some day we’d be getting out
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| Leave it all behind us
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| They say they’ll take none of us
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| Right in front of us
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| They say can’t be one of us
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| And who the hell would wanna be
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| The west end crowd, they can’t get down
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| The east side, just a bunch of wannabees
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| The rest don’t care or can’t be found
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| You get back to the bottom where you oughta be
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| I wonder why I stuck around
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| And so did the teachers
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| The cool kids always skipping out
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| Underneath the bleachers
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| Came up through the underground
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| Path of least resistance
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| And my one chance of getting out
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| I guess I must have missed it
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| They say they’ll take none of us
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| Right in front of us
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| They say can’t be one of us
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| And who the hell would wanna be
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| The west end crowd, they can’t get down
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| The east side, just a bunch of wannabees
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| The rest don’t care or can’t be found
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| You get back to the bottom where you oughta be
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| Back where you oughta be
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| And who the hell would wanna be
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| The west end crowd, they can’t get down
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| The east side, just a bunch of wannabees
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| The rest don’t care or can’t be found
|
| You get back to the bottom where you oughta be
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| The west end crowd, they can’t get down
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| The east side, just a bunch of wannabees
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| The rest don’t care or can’t be found
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| You get back to the bottom where you oughta be |