| Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone
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| You wish that they hadn’t, you don’t wanna be alone
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| But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own
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| Poor little rich boy all the couples have gone, have gone, have gone
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| And you don’t love your girlfriend
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| You don’t love your girlfriend
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| And you think that you should, but she thinks that she’s fat
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| But she isn’t, but you don’t love her anyway
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| And you don’t love your mother
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| And you know that you should
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| And you wish that you would
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| But you don’t anyway
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| Poor little rich boy, all the world is okay
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| The water runs off your skin and down into the drain
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| You’re reading Fitzgerald, you’re reading Hemingway
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| They’re both super smart, and drinking in the cafes
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| But you don’t love your girlfriend
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| You don’t love your girlfriend
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| And you think that you should, but she thinks that she’s fat
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| But she isn’t, but you don’t love her anyway
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| And you don’t love your mother
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| And you know that you should
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| And you wish that you would
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| But you don’t anyway
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| You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
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| You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
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| You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
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| You’re so goddamn young, you’re so goddamn young
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| You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
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| You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
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| You’re so goddamn young, you’re so goddamn young
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| You’re so goddamn young, you’re so goddamn young
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| You’re so goddamn young, you’re so goddamn young
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| You’re so goddamn young, you’re so goddamn young
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| You don’t love your girlfriend
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| And you don’t love your girlfriend
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| And you don’t love your girlfriend
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| And you don’t love your girlfriend |