| From the parking lot
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| You see our lights on
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| You see us coming fast you hide cause I know
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| Drinkin' from empty cans
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| You see the pins we’re wearin'
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| Of band’s you’ll never know will drive you crazy
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| And this is how we roll
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| Driving through the summer air
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| And this is how we roll
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| The suburban pioneers
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| Hey you cheerleaders
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| We’re superior
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| We’re only losers till we reach the end of senior year
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| We never comb our hair
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| Our clothes are out of fashion
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| From our old abandoned cars we’ll blast the clash out
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| And this is how we roll
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| Driving through the summer air
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| And this is how we roll
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| The suburban pioneers
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| And this is how we roll
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| With the black dye in our hair
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| And this is how we roll
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| We’re the rebels of senior year
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| Hey consumer girls
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| In your motorcades
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| 'cause thats what daddy buys a new mercedes
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| But you would laugh at us
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| Back in junior high
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| As we lost track of time in dreams of grandeur
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| Tell me, tell me
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| Who’s the one gone VIP yea
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| Tell me, tell me
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| Where’s your boyfriend
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| Tell me, tell me
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| Do you want my autograph
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| Tell me, tell me
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| How that feels now
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| And this is how we roll
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| Driving through the summer air
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| And this is how we roll
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| The suburban pioneers
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| And this is how we roll
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| With the black dye in our hair
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| And this is how we roll
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| We’re the rebels of senior year
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| Won’t you tell me that you’re sorry now
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| 'bout the 10 years wasted time
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| When you avoided my sight 'cause I was crushin' you
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| Oh your standards were so high
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| But we’ll sit in our cars and blast our tunes
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| 'cause the music saved our lives
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| Will the world love us we’ll never know
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| Will you wish you could go back, go back back in time
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| (tell me tell me)
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| Do you want to
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| (tell me tell me)
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| Tell me baby
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| (tell me tell me)
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| It’s ok you want me
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| And this is how we roll
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| Driving through the summer air
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| And this is how we roll
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| The suburban pioneers
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| And this is how we roll
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| With the black dye in our hair
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| And this is how we roll
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| We’re the rebels of senior year |