| A naughty boy, a pretty girl
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| The coolest lad and prom night queen
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| A sleepy town, a country school
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| The cruelest place you’ve ever seen
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| The signs of bars and traffic lights
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| So where you think could all this happen?
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| Right!
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| Just look outside
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| Ain’t it the same street spreading far and wide?
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| Just step outside
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| And see this story with your own eyes
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| A cell, a flower store
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| A field of graves… that’s something weird
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| It may be strange, it may be odd
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| Sometimes it’s hard to hold your tears
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| It’s not a tale with elves and knights
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| You almost know where it could happen
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| Right!
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| Just look outside
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| Ain’t it the same street spreading far and wide?
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| Just step outside
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| And see this story with your own eyes
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| «More spite and love, less joy and laugh
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| This time it’s all a real life
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| Frustrated plight, a suicide…
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| No chance to wait for a happy ending»
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| Right!
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| Just look outside
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| Ain’t it the same street spreading far and wide?
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| Just step outside
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| And see this story with your own eyes
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| Right!
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| Just look outside
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| Ain’t it the same street spreading far and wide?
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| Just step outside
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| And see this story with your own eyes |