| I hear the rock show winding down at the high school
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| Kids out on the sidewalk, waiting for a ride
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| All the punks and the queers and the freaks and the smokers
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| Feel like they’ll be waiting for the rest of their lives
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| Alright I hear what you’re saying to me
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| Alright I hear what I just can’t do
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| But I got this spark I got to feed it something
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| Or put it out for good
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| The stadium lights were breaking through the bleachers
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| I spent all day pushing tissue roses into chicken wire
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| Hey S.G.A., I’m an overachiever of the wrong persuasion
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| A pep rally kid, a new gender nation with a new desire
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| Alright I hear what you’re saying to me
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| Alright I hear what I just can’t do
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| But I got this spark I got to feed it something
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| Or put it out for good
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| Rub up against it till it gets inside you
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| Rub up against it till its understood
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| Those aren’t your friends that talking shit about you
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| We’ve had it bad, we’re gonna make it good
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| Alright I hear what you’re saying to me
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| (rub up against me till its alright)
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| Alright I hear what I just can’t do
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| (rub up against me till its alright)
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| Now we got this spark, we got to feed it something
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| (rub up against me and)
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| Let it burn for good, let it burn for good |