I'm sorry if I seem uninterested
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Or I'm not listening or I'm indifferent
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Truly I ain't got no business here
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But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it
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But really I would rather be at home all by myself
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Not in this room with people who don't even care about my well-being
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I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend
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So you can go back, please, enjoy your party
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I'll be here
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Somewhere in the corner, under clouds of marijuana
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With this boy who's hollering, I can hardly hear
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Over this music, I don't listen to and I don't wanna get with you
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So tell my friends that I'll be over here
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Oh, here, oh, here
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Oh, I ask myself, what am I doing here?
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Oh, here, oh, here
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And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of
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Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
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An anti-social pessimist, but usually I don't mess with this
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And I know you mean only the best
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And your intentions aren't to bother me
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But honestly I'd rather be somewhere with my people
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We can kick it and just listen to some music with a message
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And we'll discuss our big dreams, how we plan to take over the planet
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So pardon my manners
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I hope you'll understand that I'll be here
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Not there in the kitchen
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With the girl who's always gossiping about her friends
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So tell them I'll be here
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Right next to the boy who's throwin' up
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'Cause he can't take what's in his cup no more
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Oh, God, why am I here?
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Oh, here, oh, here
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Oh, I ask myself, what am I doing here?
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Oh, here, oh, here
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And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of
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Here, oh, here, oh, here
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Oh, I ask myself, what am I doing here?
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Oh, here, oh, here
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And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of here |