| Grungy girls and punk rock boys
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| Can’t be heard above the noise
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| Awkward handshakes, bumps and hugs
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| Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
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| It’s not the way you thought it was
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| I would rather hear you curse me out
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| Then give me fake smiles
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| And all that nervous laughter
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| When you say what you hate
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| Makes me feel kinda great
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| You have authority
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| Taxi drivers sell their weed
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| My Ani DiFranco scream
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| Gold high tops with no socks on
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| Go ahead and move along
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| I would rather hear you curse me out
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| Then give me fake smiles
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| And all that nervous laughter
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| When you say what you hate
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| It makes me feel kinda great
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| You have authority
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| I would rather see you flip me off
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| Then give me fake smiles
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| And all that nervous laughter
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| When you say what you hate
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| Makes me feel kinda great
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| It’s beautiful to me
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| It’s hard to be real with all the temptations
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| All the flying daggers
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| It’s hard to be true when honesty kills you
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| Can anybody hear me?
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| I’m begging darling oh
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| Give me a chance to let you know
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| It’s hard to be true when honesty kills you
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| Can anybody hear me?
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| I would rather hear you curse me out
|
| Then give me fake smiles
|
| And all that nervous laughter
|
| When you say what you hate
|
| It makes me feel kinda great
|
| You have authority
|
| I would rather see you flip me off
|
| Then give me fake smiles
|
| And all that nervous laughter
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| When you say what you hate
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| Makes me feel kinda great
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| It’s beautiful to me |