| My parents split up in the first grade
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| My father never did come back
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| My sister liked John Travolta
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| But I wanted Billy Jack
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| Throwing things off of the rooftops
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| 40 buildings all the same
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| My mother took a job as a waitress
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| Swimming in the divorce age
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| When you’re all alone
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| And you’re all alone
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| When you’re all alone and you’re almost grown
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| Me and Holly snuck into night clubs
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| The politics of punk rock church
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| We were so idealistic
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| But somehow only saw the worst
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| When you’re young and violent sick and silent
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| Hoping just to be admired
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| Water seeks its level of pain
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| And you’re all alone
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| And you’re all alone
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| And you’re all alone
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| And you’re almost grown
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| Some old friends retired too
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| But they still laugh about me and you
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| My mother’s ashes went into the ocean
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| Scattered on a windy day
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| She used to like Frank Sinatra
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| Cigarettes and JFK
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| Some retired some expired some were meant
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| To be admired for a moment at a young age
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| But I don’t care what they say others went and got away
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| I just want to see her again
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| When you’re all alone
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| When you’re all alone
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| When you’re all alone
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| You’re almost grown
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| When you’re all alone and your heart is stone |