| If you seek pleasure in pain and comfort in the rain and having an open heart
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| And you can’t sit through a class, you’re head is half up in the clouds
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| Half up your ass
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| If dark days and bright nights make your world turn
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| Throw a finger up, light it up and let it burn
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| You may be lonely but you’re not alone
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| If your tears come out like kidney stones
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| Stand up proud
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| We’re screaming even if its not out loud
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| Complicate the world
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| We’re an army of Cusack boys and Molly Ringwald girls
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| You don’t speak words you exhale them
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| Keep them locked inside, you fail them
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| Old habits die hard, but there corpses always stay to haunt you
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| When starlight burns bright in the black sky
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| We’ll be driving out, screaming towards the overpass
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| Rocking in, rocking out to the radio
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| Roll your windows down
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| Bump that Manilow
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| In every school in every home there is another sap like you
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| We’re in the park looking up at the stars with nothing else to do
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| One day you’ll meet another one and you’ll kicked out of our club;
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| we never win in love
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| And we are the one who never see why growing up has got to be like war
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| Its touchy feely but its true: there’s a loser in the same position
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| Standing next to you
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| Starlight burns bright in the black sky
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| We do what we want. |