| He’s drawn out in the dark, up in Penetration Park
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| He says he’s got your medication
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| And she was sitting on the edges of his vision
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| Trying to start a revolution
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| But he’s done with all the parties
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| He’s covered in contusions
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| Your life leaves life lines
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| Your rug leaves bright bruises
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| She said she was cruising
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| But she came back, all proud and out of focus
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| With a cool car
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| Drank and broke us
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| Guys go for looks, girls go for status
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| There are so many nights
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| When this is just how it happens
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| Guys go for looks, girls go for status
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| He was dreadlocked in the dorms, in the Colorado corn
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| He says he’s got your vegetation
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| And she was sitting on the edge of the bed
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| Smoking, trying to reach emancipation
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| And he’s done with DVDs, he’s fully entertained
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| He’s bleaching out the blood stains, he’s got diamonds in the drain
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| She said that she was coming but she wasn’t
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| Just made hard fast noises, it kinda sounded like the locusts
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| Guys go for looks, girls go for status
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| There are so many nights
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| When this is just how it happens
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| Guys go for looks, girls go for status
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| It was song number three on John’s last CD
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| Gonna make it through this year if it kills me
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| And it almost killed me
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| Well, song number four on that
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| You want the scars but you don’t want the war
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| That’s just hardcore, these kids are clever to the core |