| Lying on the floor watching posters on the wall
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| She does her homework with the record player on
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| Dreaming of a day she’s cutting out of line
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| And she won’t be home for dinner time
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| For now she’s stuck in this dirty little town
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| But her family’s all nice; |
| she’s got a room for her own
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| Her friends are happy when she says with a sigh
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| Let’s hang out on Saturday night
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| «Those darn kids these days just buy the shit they’re faced, why don’t they
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| make up their own mind and their parents will be proud to see them grow up to
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| live their same old greedy lies»
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| «Well, that is life… «Kicking at the door, scratching lines in the wall
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| Counting the days she’s been waiting for the call
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| But no one’s going to come to get her out of there
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| She’s got her own plans, but they have better ones for her
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| For now she’s stuck in this dirty little town
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| But her family’s all nice; |
| she’s got a room for her own
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| Her friends are happy when she says with a sigh
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| Let’s hang out on Saturday night
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| «Those darn kids these days just buy the shit they’re faced, why don’t they |
| make up their own mind and their parents will be proud to see them grow up to
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| live their same old greedy lies»
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| In case you’re unaware
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| We’re nobody’s superstars |