(WHA!)
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Well I know I shouldn't care,
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But I do and I don't,
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And I always crack a smile,
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When I see your punk clothes,
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And you try, try, but you never fit in,
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And you're never going to so pack it up, pack it in, so there.
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Steve took three or four,
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Heather took more,
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Lit a cigarette,
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Now they're walking out the door,
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With a semi automatic and a ski mask on,
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And they look to one another,
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And they say to themselves,
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"What fun."
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Well I never want to bother,
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And I never want to hover,
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Over his or her affairs,
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Cause (that's not fair!),
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And it seems to me that you're,
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Running out of time, and it seems to me,
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Like you're never going to do what¡¯s right.
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Jack dropped 21,
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Jill 22,
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The look in his eye said,
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"Brother what are you going to do,
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with a 9mm and a three piece suit?"
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They look to one another and say,
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"Hey motherfucker, who's the fool.?"
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(BRRRAH!)
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(WHOA!)
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Steve took three or four,
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Heather took more,
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Lit a cigarette,
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Now they¡¯re walking out the door,
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With a semi automatic and a ski mask on,
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They look to one another,
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And they say to themselves (¡°what fun¡±),
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Jack dropped 21,
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Jill 22,
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The look in his eye said,
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"Brother what are you going to do,
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with a 9mm and a three piece suit?,"
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They look to one another and say,
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"Hey motherfucker, who's the fool.?"
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9mm And A Three Piece Suit
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| Streetlight Manifesto |
