| The bands I like, they don’t sell too many records
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| And the girls I like, they don’t kiss too many boys
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| Books I read will never be best sellers, yeah
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| But come on fellas at least we made our choice, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| What do we want? |
| And when do we want it?
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| And how would we feel if we knew that we were never gonna get it?
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| And where did we start from? |
| And where are we going?
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| Can anyone here say with any certainty that they know what they’re doing?
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| Ever feel like an awkward understudy
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| Thrown into a cast where you just don’t get along?
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| All the crowd and the crew are standing silent staring
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| And you can’t shake the feeling that, somehow, you’re doing it wrong
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| What do we want?
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| Mum and dad always seemed like they had a plan
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| Everything fell apart when mum moved on, now dad’s a broken man
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| And all these decisions, they keep getting made
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| I can’t remember making them and nobody wants to explain
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| We’re all awkward understudies wearing comfortable shoes
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| Getting comfortable with doing it wrong
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| Missed the dress rehearsals and we had too much to drink before the show but
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| now it’s show time so let’s sing it out strong
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| Be a fan of every band that made you want to move your feet
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| Fall in love with every person who ever made your heart want to skip a beat
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| So come on, come on, come on!
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| What do we want?
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| We shall not overcome
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| We shall underwhelm
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| Hey, hey
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| Because the lives we lead, may not be so very perfect
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| And the plans we make may not serve some final purpose
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| But the hearts we heed, they still beat the way they used to
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| If you’re doing it wrong, well yeah what you gonna do?
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| What do we want? |