| For about four years I’ve hated this town
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| Yeah, so much I just wanna get out
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| Since graduation was long ago
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| Please somebody get me out of this hole
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| Cause I don’t want to get stuck in here
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| When I am thirty-four just talkin' 'bout high school years
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| No I don’t wanna be there, and feel so stuck right here
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| Back and forth, side to side, oh my dear
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| My foot to the floor I will drive to the place
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| Where I can kick it with friends through the night
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| A place we’ll talk about now and the past what the future holds
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| Hanging out with not much to do
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| Just aimless with each other — is what we do
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| Cause this ain’t where it’s at
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| My friends will second that
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| And I gotta admit sometimes it’s pretty sad
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| But it’s like were our own brat pack
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| We’re always kickin' back nobody can take that
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| And that is that it’s like its all we have
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| Whoa! |
| Whoa!
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| Yeah, oh
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| Come on say «Oh! |
| Oh! |
| Get on the floor!
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| Dance 'till you got no more!»
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| I know its there somewhere
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| Don’t worry I’ll be there to rock the party all night
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| To rock it 'til there’s light our fists in the air
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| Fightin' the good fight
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| Cause' we were singing along to Peter Gabriel’s «Sledgehammer» song
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| You know it’s clear that tonight we belong in this place
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| So I step back to reflect in this town I hate
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| And at least just for a second I think I might stay
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| This ain’t where it’s at
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| My friends will second that
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| And I gotta admit sometimes it’s pretty sad
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| But it’s like were our own brat pack
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| We’re always kickin' back nobody can take that
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| And that is that
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| So I’ll run away to the hopes that I have
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| But still I fall asleep in the arms of my past
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| And when I wake so helpless and thinking of that
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| I just lay back down
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| Again, everyday
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| So maybe later today I’ll know
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| What I will do with my life as I know it
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| Maybe for now I’ll drive back to that place where I belong
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| And hope to God it hasn’t changed
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| This ain’t where it’s at
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| My friends will second that
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| And I gotta admit sometimes it’s pretty sad
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| But it’s like were our own brat pack
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| We’re always kickin' back
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| Nobody can take that no no no
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| This ain’t where it’s at
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| My friends will second that
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| And I gotta admit sometimes it’s pretty sad
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| But it’s like were our own brat pack
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| We’re always kickin' back
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| Nobody can take that
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| That is that it’s like its all we have |