Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
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The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
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Maybe it's our kookiness,
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Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,
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Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
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Maybe it's our looseness,
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But we're trash, you and me,
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We're the litter on the breeze,
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We're the lovers on the streets,
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Just trash, me and you,
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It's in everything we do,
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It's in everything we do...
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Maybe, maybe it's the things we say,
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The words we've heard and the music we play,
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Maybe it's our cheapness,
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Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had,
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The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
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Maybe it's our sweetness,
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But we're trash, you and me,
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We're the litter on the breeze,
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We're the lovers on the street,
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Just trash, me and you,
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It's in everything we do,
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It's in everything we do...
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Trash
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| Suede |
