| I don’t wanna go outside
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| And my skin tone’s way too white
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| As I sit here all alone
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| Nobody’s blowin' up my phone
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| Dancing to the beat
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| Got my Chopin on repeat
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| Turn it up too loud
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| Burn this mother down
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| I don’t wanna go where the cool kids go
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| (ahhahh)
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| I don’t wanna know who the hip kids know
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| (ahhahh)
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| All the socialites and parasites
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| Just stick a needle in my eye
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| I don’t wanna go where the cool kids go
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| Hell no
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| I’m getting drunk on herbal tea
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| And I’m learning Japanese
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| I’m just laughing to myself
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| The joke’s on everyone else
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| I’ll play my guitar
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| And I can break your heart
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| And we can rock and roll
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| 'Cause the cool kids ain’t got soul
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| I don’t wanna go where the cool kids go
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| (ahhahh)
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| I don’t wanna know who the hip kids know
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| (ahhahh)
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| All the socialites and parasites
|
| Just stick a needle in my eye
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| I don’t wanna go where the cool kids go
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| Hell no
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| I don’t wanna go where the cool kids go
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| (ahhahh)
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| I don’t wanna know who the hip kids know
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| All the socialites and parasites
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| Just stick a needle in my eye
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| I don’t wanna go where the cool kids go
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| Hell no
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| (ahhahh)
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| Hell no!
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| (ahhahh)
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| I don’t wanna go where the cool kids go! |