Tell your mom you need a day off
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so we can play out in the rain
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we'll catch a ride to the mall
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go down to the arcarde
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cause that's where all the cool kids play
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tell your mom you need a day off
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cause I dont feel like school today
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we'll ride our boards down the hill
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and to the playground
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where everythings ok
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tell your mom we will be home late
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cause building cabins in the woods is hard work
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You always know that I'll be there
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Cause summer time is coming near
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My closest friend, you'll always be
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You are a hometown kid like me
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Tell your mom to make us lunch now
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cause we worked up an appetite
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G.I. Joes and karate matches in the back yard
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where everything's alright
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now I can see that things have changed
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we've gone our seperate ways now
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and it's not you and me
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anymore, whoa...
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why can't it be the way it was
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when pain was only plastic guns
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my closest friends have turned and fled
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you are a million miles away
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and I guess I'll hold my breath
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(there is no harm for hoping for change)
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and I guess I'll hold my breath
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(there is no harm in hoping for change)
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and I guess I'll hold my Breath
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(there is no harm in hoping for change)
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And I guess I'll hold my breath...
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Duane Joseph
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| The Juliana Theory |
