| I never thought that I could be
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| One of the people on TV
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| I never thought that I could
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| Live like them
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| And have my friends
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| And sleep with them too
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| So I abstained until I met you
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| I never mentioned anything
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| About the songs that I would sing
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| Over the summer when we’d go on tour
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| And sleep on floors
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| And drink the bad beer
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| I think I left it unclear
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| Everything new is a little bit bad
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| And everything old turns you off
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| I can’t take all these locals, Annie
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| When all they do is scoff at us
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| Anyway here is where I’ve gotta get gone
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| Make sure that you lock all the doors
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| I love looking at your pictures
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| But I still wish I’d brought more
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| And then you saw this little kid
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| Let out a whisper while he hid
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| Big box of candy on the Broad Street train
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| His dad complained of all of these teens
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| Stuck up and glued to their screens
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| You never told me how it felt
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| When you were crying by yourself
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| All of the people on the crosstown bus were staring at you
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| Patting your knees, saying «I'm sorry, sweetie»
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| Everything new is a little bit bad
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| And everything old turns you off
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| If we could sell these freakin' t-shirts baby
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| I might come home with a bit more money
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| Anyway here is where I’ve gotta get gone
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| Make sure that you lock all the doors
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| I love looking at your pictures
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| But I still wish I’d brought more |