| Where you come from
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| You learn to disappear
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| To cover up your fear
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| With punk rock and stuff
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| When you were a kid
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| You listened to The Clash
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| You learned to never ask
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| Where your daddy was
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| Once more around the old main drag
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| They never said it but they thought you were a fag
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| Some people push till a kid goes boom
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| Late at night it got dark in your room
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| Ah your love in a car
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| You promised her everything
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| Not knowing what everything
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| Really was
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| She’s the first girl you kissed
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| She’s the first girl you miss
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| When you’re feeling like this
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| Broke and in the dark
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| Her blonde hair was a setting sun
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| Her mascara was born to run
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| You got scared when she started to show
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| One more thing you’d have to let go
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| It could’ve been worse
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| It could’ve been worse
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| It could’ve been worse
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| It could’ve been worse
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| So you stood on that bridge
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| Overlooking old crappy town
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| Snow was falling slowly all around
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| You smoked a quick cigarette
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| But I’ll never believe
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| That you jumped and just ended there
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| The note you left read, «Look everywhere»
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| «You'll never bury me»
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| A stereo and a pile of cassettes
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| That dirty mirror where you used to get dressed
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| There you stood getting tight with your scars
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| Some broken chords on cheap guitar
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| It could’ve been worse
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| It could’ve been worse
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| It could’ve been worse
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| It could’ve been worse
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| It could’ve been worse
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| It could’ve been worse
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| It could’ve been worse
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| It could’ve been worse |