| You think that i’m not cool
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| Hard to deny… what's wrong with me
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| A softer side
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| To compromise
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| It’s all i have for my teenage mind
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| It’s not the first time that i found
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| All my friends just put me down
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| I had to, force them' to understand
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| That i’m not as, dumb as they think i am
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| Now they’re still making fun of me
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| Miami vice, my favorite show, on so many years ago
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| And sonny crocket was the, man that i hoped i would be
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| I bought the shades and bought the clothes
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| And wore pink pastel colors so
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| I could fit in, with the crowd, what was wrong with me
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| They always seem… when they’re around
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| To make it, «a» point, to put me down
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| Without a trace, another case, of retro 80's so called friends of mine
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| I am, a burned out loser and
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| I can, pretend, all the pressures that are
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| Going through my mind, i’m still captain geek divine
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| Now once again, i’ve been, the subject of my own joke played on me
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| I cannot lie, i grew a mullet to comply
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| With all the fads that, everyone would try like tab one calorie
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| And i would do most anything, to gain a friend or just be seen
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| As a member of the in crowd, don’t feel sorry for me |