| Bradley comes home from school
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| He looks happier today than any other day
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| He won’t go out with me
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| I don’t care if I never see his face
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| Sometimes I wanna get out of here
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| Everyone’s talking about you behind the gym
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| They’re sharing cigarettes, drinking beer out of coke-cans
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| They’re saying what a waste
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| You must have been loaded
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| Tearing down Pacific Coast Highway
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| Bradley, Bradley
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| I think you got away
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| Bradley, Bradley
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| Oh, I think you got away
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| Someone found a blue Ford
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| Twisted up and glass all around
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| There was a girl with you
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| Nobody knew her
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| Your stepdad was called in
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| To say he recognized you
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| Everyone knew you
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| They said it was a waste
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| Said it was a waste
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| Bradley, Bradley
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| I think you got away
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| Bradley, Bradley
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| I think you got away
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| Everyone’s back where they started
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| No-one wants to talk about it
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| This desk says
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| You were here |