| I can’t say I didn’t know any better
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| I can’t say that I was just too young
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| My free pass has turned into a letter
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| Saying you got more work before you’re done
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| I can’t say I wasn’t given a chance
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| That the rich never bothered to share
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| If I’m a loser, baby, by the end of this
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| I’m a loser, baby, fair and square
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| How the world seems to look so simple
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| When you got the means to look from way up high
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| How the world seems to get so messy
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| When you got the time to ask «how» and «why»
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| I’ve cleaned every bit of dirt from my nails
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| But the soil seeped into my blood
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| It doesn’t matter how far I go
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| I can’t seem to shake where I come from
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| And oh-oh, I kissed a boy on the west side of town
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| With a Porsche and a million dollar record deal
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| Oh-oh, but there’s a boy living way downtown
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| Doesn’t understand how he makes me feel
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| Logic tells me I should drive that Porsche toward the sand
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| But my heart only beats for this downtown man
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| So, I’m like a loser
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| Batting zero for ten
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| I’m gonna drive downtown and make the same mistakes again
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| I can’t say I didn’t know any better
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| I can’t say that I was just naive
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| When he left before the night was over
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| I was crying in a blanket on my knees
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| Praying «God, please give me direction»
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| Scrub away his scent with five-star hotel soap
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| It doesn’t matter how he pushes and pulls
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| Oh, Los Angeles, I’ll never give up hope
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| And oh-oh, I kissed a boy on the west side of town
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| With a Porsche and a million dollar record deal
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| Oh-oh, but there’s a boy living way downtown
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| Doesn’t understand how he makes me feel
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| Logic tells me I should drive that Porsche toward the sand
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| But my heart only beats for this downtown man
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| So, I’m like a loser
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| Batting zero for ten
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| I’m gonna drive downtown and make the same mistakes again
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| My friends say I should quit this fight
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| My friends say this love isn’t right
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| My friends say I should quit this fight
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| But I can’t so I am driving to his place tonight
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| My friends say I should quit this fight
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| My friends say this love isn’t right
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| My friends say I should quit this fight
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| But I can’t so I am driving to his place tonight
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| My friends say I should quit this fight
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| My friends say this love isn’t right
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| My friends say I should quit this fight
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| But I can’t so I am driving to his place tonight |