| Fit in, fit in Im spending nights just dreaming
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| And playing the music loud
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| Theyre banging on the ceiling
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| Theyre praying that Ill soon be out
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| I almost thought of leaving
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| Get away from the glares and their unfriendly stares
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| And now Im all alone
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| And the telephone teases and dares
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| Ill get away from them all (oh oh)
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| So pride comes before a fall
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| But Im not for giving in Fit in, fit in Theyre kicking up a storm in …
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| Some strange place they know out of town
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| Why wont I go along there
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| Its crazy theyre all doing it now
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| But right now its the last place
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| That I wanna see — its my way to be free
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| And Im getting bored
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| Of the way they expect me to be
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| You gotta be, you gotta be Ill get away from them all (oh oh)
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| So pride comes before a fall
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| But Im not for giving in Fit in, fit in Fit in, fit in Im holding on so tightly
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| But I dont want to take any more
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| cos what they say just bites me And gets to me down to the core
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| A ring and kids invite me Or a house and a home
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| And a car and a phone
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| And a video
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| Wont they ever leave it alone
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| You gotta ring, you gotta ring
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| Ill get away from them all (oh oh)
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| So pride comes before a fall
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| But Im not for giving in I wont fit in, fit in I dont fit in, fit in I dont fit in, fit in I dont fit in, fit in Oh no, I dont fit in, fit in |