Why can't I be like all the other kids?
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They all have three-bedroom homes
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Broken trucks on their lawns
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And cut-up hot dogs for lunch
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It's not my fault my parents succeed so much
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There's no one in town I can relate to
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I play with autographed baseball bats
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While everyone else just plays with sticks and pine cones
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Has a boy ever felt so alone?
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Well, who needs them anyway?
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I won't pretend to be something I'm not
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If I can't be poor, I've got to deal with what I've got
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If I can't be like them, what I need is more rich kids around
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So I'm not the only one, and then I won't be so down
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Please, God, send more rich kids
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To my
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Town
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If I Can't Be Poor...
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