I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.
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The weight of the world be okay if it would pick a shoulder to lean on
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So I could stand up straight.
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I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.
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The homophobic bullshit that's somehow okay
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Just because you didn't mean it that way.
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I can't take anymore of all the scum in this place.
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Shitty dudes with tribal tattoos all around,
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Lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place.
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Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody
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By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands
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And Matt says I don't fit in.
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All this mallrat goth shit is killing me.
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Thought that would end with high school at least.
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But there are still kids and Matt says
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"College hit those dudes like a ton of bricks."
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So they're calling it blasphemy,
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A fucking catastrophe
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For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
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But this place just brings misery.
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I hate what it does to me.
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I fight, but I can't escape the way that I don't fit in with any of this.
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And I don't think we're the same.
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I'm fucking losing my head trying to understand this.
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Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice.
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No one wants to hear your sappy bullshit.
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All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids
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Getting lots in return for being substance-less.
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You're too caught in semantics to see it,
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But you're no fucking different.
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So they're calling it blasphemy,
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A fucking catastrophe
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For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
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But this place just brings misery.
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I hate what it does to me.
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I fight, but I can't escape the way that I don't fit in with any of this.
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And I don't think we're the same.
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No.
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I'm not sad anymore, I'm just waiting.
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It's two more months 'til I'm done with this.
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And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.
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And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.
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My Last Semester
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| The Wonder Years |
