| We were called sluts from the time we were five
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| And teased so fucking bad that we thought we would die
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| We were the girls in tight jeans who always walked alone
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| And rode our bikes late at night to avoid going home
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| We numbed ourselves out on peppermint schnapps
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| And super sized sundaes with chocolate sauce
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| We stole cheap locks from the hardware store
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| And put em up with butter knives on our bedroom doors
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| We ran so fast
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| In the movie they show us in each other’s arms
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| But the truth is we almost always cried alone
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| We gave handjobs quick and always with a smile
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| So it didn’t get too weird and we didn’t have to die
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| We lived in light switches and painted walls
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| And spent too many hours at the food court at the mall
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| We smoked pin joints under fluorescent lights
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| And wore shorts at the beach just to hide our thighs
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| We ran so fast
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| Years later we’d be told that we weren’t real punks
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| By boys in bands who acted like our dads when they were drunk
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| And they can all brag now about how they were there
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| When we took over the stage and took our fair share
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| But whatever the truth, in the end we made
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| Tiny islands where we didn’t always have to be afraid
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| And an X will forever mark the spot
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| When we decided we had had just about enough
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| We ran so fast
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| We ran so fast |