| Moving towns
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| 11 years old at another new school now
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| Oh no well I wasn’t aware I’d be staring
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| Down the barrel of the proverbial gun
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| I’m eating school dinners when Matthew informs me
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| We’re fighting as soon as I’m done
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| I’m using lies to try and disguise that I’m far less worldly-wise
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| And Aaron’s been pushing me round
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| Since I skilled him up bad at 11-a-side
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| Oh no Freddie laid the smackdown
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| Oh no on the new kid in the new town
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| Oh no you can take your shots at me but you’ll never take a piece of my soul
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| On shaky ground
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| There’s nothing left to do but learn to dust yourself down
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| In lessons, Miss Beehag asks questions
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| I’m sure to be smiling and raising my hand
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| I’m pleased to be getting my A’s
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| But Jordan’s rubbing my face in the sand
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| If I wasn’t so shy I might notice that
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| Some of the girls in my class think I’m cute
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| But it’s tricky while chatting to Vicky
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| And the boys are trying to stick in the boot
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| Oh no Freddie laid the smackdown
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| Oh no on the new kid in the new town
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| Oh no you can take your shots at me but you’ll never take a piece of my soul
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| Earn my scars, heal my bones
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| Grown my legs grow some stones, move on elsewhere
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| You took your shots at me but you never took a piece of my
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| The school bell sounds
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| There’s nothing left to do but earn it on the playground
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| Oh no Freddie laid the smackdown
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| Oh no on the new kid in the new town
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| Oh no you can take your shots at me but you’ll never take a piece of my soul |