Hey kid, can't you read the sign?
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It's been bottled down, by the sidewalk, by the store
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That you can't hang around
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And it's the same way every night
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Around the corner, up the way, it's okay
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Tomorrow I'll just skate, get kicked out
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Playing my guitar, but it's too loud
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Should I have the right to hang out with my friends?
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To find someplace to go until it's late
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Don't tell me where I can't go, tell me where I can
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They're seeing black and white, we're stuck in the grey
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And I've learned to bite my tongue
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When I'm working day and night
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Settling the score my own way
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While they're getting more and more
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And just because I'm not their perfect, everyday role model type, I'm shut out
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Tomorrow I'll just skate, get kicked out
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Playing my guitar, but it's too loud
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Should I have the right to live my life for free?
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When I'm stuck in the grey...
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In Between the Black and White, Which is Sometimes Called the Grey...
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