| The shoes you wear, ain’t the shoes I’d wear
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| But I don’t care
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| You’ve got things to say
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| But they’re thrown away 'cause they’re so passe
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| To them, they, who are they anyway
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| They’re just beating each other at being each other
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| With nothin' to say
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| So everyone cares 'cause the hat that he wears is on the wrong way
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| And I heard them say «Don't be square»
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| So square we’ll stay
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| Without them, they, who are they anyway
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| They’re just beating each other at being each other
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| With nothin' to say
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| I’m holdin' on to my old man’s sneakers
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| Just goin' deaf to my hi-fi records and
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| Hangin' round at the pawn shop
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| Waitin' for nothin' to change
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| Anything strange is wrong
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| So here we are
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| In a dead man’s car goin' to the show
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| In my old chapeau
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| Well it’s full of holes but it’s got more soul
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| That them, they, who are they anyway
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| They’re just beating each other at being each other
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| With nothin' to say
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| I’m holdin' on to my old man’s sneakers
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| Just goin' deaf to my hi-fi records and
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| Hangin' round at the pawn shop
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| Waitin' for nothin' to change
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| Anything strange is wrong |