In the background, there's a noise.
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All the feet marking time in a straight line.
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And you can't turn back cause you're better off.
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You gotta maintain your stance.
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In the background, there's a voice
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Singing softly, but surely to break you down.
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That no matter what they say, what you're wearing still matters.
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An unmotivated crowd; blood, sweat, and tears poured into staying safelike tenth-grade apprehension - Oh!
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And my navy blue isn't black enough, so I'll keep my head down.
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Was it innovation or formal?
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You dance the same dance as everyone.
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Smash your equipment in a rage; it's all the rage and a guaranteed way to Heaven.
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Hallelujah! we're all saved!
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and though Heather said i should write it down,
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Well, I will be forgotten.
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But the eternal face for prom queen is here to stay.
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Gesticulate, try to make a move and break free.
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And you thought conformity was so passe`.
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But no matter what they tell you, everything is high school.
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And it's ob-la-di-bla-da and you walk away.
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You can try to make a change.
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More like try to shift in a straight jacket.
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No matter what they say ou walk away, cause you dance the same dance.
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Just walk away.
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(Everybody's part of the dance craze. You'll never, ever get away. Oh la-di-bla-da, just walk away.)
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Vermont
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