[Originally by Bouncing Souls]
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I got a song stuck in my head
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Walking down street number nine
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I sing it out loud with my friends
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And we're all having a good time
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We all waited for weeks
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Now we're hanging on the street in NYC
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We gotta go to the show
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Even though we're all underage
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Outside the firehall in PA
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It rained on three hundred kids all day
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When the cops shut it down no one went away
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We're Gonna Play No Matter What They Say
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Three or four people showed up in Albuquerque
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The alternator died
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Somewhere between Mankato and Rapid City
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Strangers in some strange lands in L.A.
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The enchiladas made us sick but that's ok
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Growing Up
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We didn't want to be like them
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It was tough to know
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Who were our friends
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Killing time playing basements
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Way back when
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In a lot of ways nothings changed
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From now and them
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Some say they have been let down
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I wonder why they still hang around
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I wonder where all these good things could be
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Then I realize that somehow I found them in me
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We're Gonna Play No Matter What They Say
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The Freaks, Nerds, & Romantics
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