| I’m gonna have myself an emo party
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| I will invite all of my emo friends
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| We will put all our records on
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| And dance and dance and dance
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| Until we don’t feel sad
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| Shake that booty wipe them tears
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| Work that body fight them fears
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| Speak your mind and let them hear
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| Defend yourself, cause you’re not weird
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| We got balloons and paper plates
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| Party favors, ice cream cake
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| Turtle necks and circle frames
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| One eye’s hidden behind my bangs
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| Got black jeans I got Doc Martens
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| Skin that’s thick and a heart that’s hardened
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| Lives have ended, party started
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| Pocket full of pencils let’s get arty
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| No big whoop ain’t no thang
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| Dance pants on and a disco brain
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| I feel no pain, got no nerve endings
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| Now check the e-vite that I’m sending
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| I’m gonna have myself an emo party
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| I will invite all of my emo friends
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| We will put all our records on
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| And dance and dance and dance
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| Until we don’t feel sad
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| I don’t wanna be sad no more
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| I just wanna get on the dance floor
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| In this case the carpet, might sound far-fetched
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| Goes into my art and makes me an artist
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| Why I suffer why I moan
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| Why I feel bad so bad to the bone!
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| Grind my teeth demolish my molars
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| Erratic emotion cause I’m mostly bipolar
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| Shake that ass write that blog
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| Get out the word while you work that jaw
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| Write that poem squirt them guts
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| You’re not alone, yo you’re not nuts!
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| Are you depressed? |
| Suicidal?
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| Lacking liquids that are vital?
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| Come to my party, it’s like Oz
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| It’s where we go to shake them blahs
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| I’m gonna have myself an emo party
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| I will invite all of my emo friends
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| We will put all our records on
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| And dance and dance and dance
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| Until we don’t feel sad
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| I don’t wanna be sad |