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You were one step behind in that dismal school of mine.
Needle and percocets instead of books on students desks.
But we were so charming, the future was alarming
But now, don't you go look so proud.
Yes, guess who's laughing now?
And we've learned that life is one big game
Where the winners are all getting paid
So stop dragging your feet behind.
You can't live with the folks all your life
So on those days home in your car
We jerked the steering wheel to the median.
Joking that we'd end our lives
But we weren't joking all the time.
Start a band or throw a brick.
You lazy hipsters make me sick.
Don't clap your hands; don't start to dance
Don't let them know that you're a fan.
You're living in Manhattan
But where are you really from? Have you forgotten?
Kid, you may be playing your music loud
But it's drowned out by your mouth
And we've learned that life is one big game
Where the winners are all getting paid
So stop dragging your feet behind.
You can't live with the folks all your life
So on those days home in your car
We jerked the steering wheel to the median.
Joking that we'd end our lives
But we weren't joking all the time.
And we've learned that life is one big game
Where the winners are all getting paid
So stop dragging your feet behind.
You can't live with the folks all your life
So on those days home in your car
We jerked the steering wheel to the median.
Joking that we'd end our lives
But we weren't joking all the time.
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