Springfield's looking pretty dusty today I see their dreams coming undone The view from inside ward nine affords this much A town teeming with the unloved Close the window and lock it so it's good and tight
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Turning eighteen and trying not to look too lost Have a not so nice day The jacket makes me straight so i can just sit back and bake You know i think i'm gonna stay Talking very loud but no one hears a word i say
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Come visit me tonight at eight o'clock And then you'll see how i am not the crazy one Voices tell me i'm the shit
Twenty days go by and every day looks the same
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