| I hated high school, I prayed it would end
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| The jocks and their girls, it was their world, I didn’t fit in
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| Mama said, «Baby, it’s the best school that money can buy
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| Hold your head up, be strong, c’mon Mary, try.»
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| I stole mama’s car on a Sunday and left home for good
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| Moved in with my friends in the city, in a bad neighborhood
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| Charles was a dancer, he loved the ballet
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| And Kimmy sold pot and read Kerouac and Hemingway
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| Drag queens in limousines
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| Nuns in blue jeans
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| Dreamers with big dreams
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| All took me in
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| Charlie and I flipped burgers to cover the rent
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| And Bourbons at happy hour for thirty-five cents
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| One day before work we got drunk and danced in the rain
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| They fired us both
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| They said, «Don't y’all come back here again.»
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| Drag queens in limousines
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| Nuns in blue jeans
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| Dreamers with big dreams
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| All took me in
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| My dad went to college, and he worked for the state
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| He never quit nothing and he wanted me to graduate
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| My brother and sister both play in the marching band
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| They tell me they miss me, but I know they don’t understand
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| Sometimes you got do, what you gotta do
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| And pray that the people you love, will catch up with you
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| Yeah drag queens in limousines
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| Nuns in blue jeans
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| Dreamers with big dreams
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| Poets and AWOL marines
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| Actors and barflies
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| Writers with dark eyes
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| Drunks that philosophize
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| These are my friends |