| Seventeen, ran away
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| It only lasted for three days
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| From The Valley to LA
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| Took the bus, no clue
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| Feet bruised from my new shoes
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| See the poseurs on Melrose Avenue
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| Backyard parties where we’d dress like boys
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| Operation Ivy was our drug of choice
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| My friend’s band’s playing at their lockout space
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| Brandon with the mohawk says it starts at eight
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| Yeah, I know how this ends and I’d watch it again
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| Every loss and win
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| Through the growing pains and the awkward phase
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| From The Valley to LA
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| In our garage, no school
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| Wishing we were punks from eighty-two
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| From The Valley, we’ll get away
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| Catch a ride to The Glasshouse
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| Minivan your mom let us take out
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| That stage felt so far away those days
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| Backyard parties where we’d dress like boys
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| Operation Ivy was our drug of choice
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| My friend’s band’s playing at their lockout space
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| Brandon with the mohawk says it starts at eight
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| Yeah, I know how this ends and I’d watch it again
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| Every loss and win
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| Through the growing pains and the awkward phase
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| From The Valley to LA
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| Yeah, I know how this ends and I’d watch it again
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| Every loss and win
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| Through the growing pains and the awkward phase
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| From The Valley to LA
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| Yeah, I know how this ends and I’d watch it again
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| Enemies and friends
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| Through the gray decay of this beautiful place
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| From The Valley to LA
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| To LA
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| To LA
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| To LA
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| To LA |