| Here comes the latchkey kid,
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| he’s got our world on his shoulders.
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| He has a secret identity
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| on a fake ID that will claim he is ten years older,
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| with tousled hair and eyes that roll.
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| He’s cynical, whatever that means.
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| There’s his sidekick the matchstick girl, her behaviour erratic.
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| Confusing her victims with mood shift twirls,
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| when backed in a corner she’ll hit them with something sarcastic.
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| With an attitutde and eyes that roll, while hidden safe behind her bangs.
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| What a wonderful piece of mind,
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| living blind to the broken.
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| (something indiscernible) an old excuse
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| one we’ll use while we’re here,
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| having the time, the time of our lives,
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| relying on the latchkey kid.
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| Make way for the latchkey kids,
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| they’re our hope for the future.
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| They’re going to erase all the bad things we did
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| with their xbox skills and their heads full of short-term memory.
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| With eyes that roll and teenage shoulders
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| shrugging of the universe.
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| What a wonderful piece of mind,
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| living blind to the broken.
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| As tired as a played out song
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| we all sing along while we’re here,
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| having the time, the time of our lives,
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| relying on the latchkey kid.
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| See the storm clouds forming there,
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| you can feel the tension in the air.
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| (guitar noises)
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| (other guitar noises)
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| What a wonderful piece of mind,
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| living blind to the broken.
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| We all have our different fears,
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| they disappear when unspoken.
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| Someone should do something and that someone will bring us redemption.
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| Very soons we will raise our glasses and kiss eachothers' asses goodbye.
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| Until that time, it’s been sublime
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| relying on the latchkey kids.
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| Make way for the latchkey kids,
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| they’re our hope for the future.
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| Make way for the latchkey kids,
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| they’re our hope for the future.
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| Make way for the latchkey kids, |