If you seek pleasure in pain and comfort in the rain and having an open heart
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And you can't sit through a class, you're head is half up in the clouds
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Half up your ass
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If dark days and bright nights make your world turn
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Throw a finger up, light it up and let it burn
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You may be lonely but you're not alone
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If your tears come out like kidney stones
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Stand up proud
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We're screaming even if its not out loud
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Complicate the world
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We're an army of Cusack boys and Molly Ringwald girls
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You don't speak words you exhale them
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Keep them locked inside, you fail them
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Old habits die hard, but there corpses always stay to haunt you
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When starlight burns bright in the black sky
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We'll be driving out, screaming towards the overpass
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Rocking in, rocking out to the radio
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Roll your windows down
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Bump that Manilow
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In every school in every home there is another sap like you
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We're in the park looking up at the stars with nothing else to do
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One day you'll me another one and you'll kicked out of our club; we never win in love
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And we are the one who never see why growing up has got to be like war
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Its touchy feely but its true: there's a loser in the same position
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Standing next to you
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Starlight burns bright in the black sky
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We do what we want.
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That's That
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