I've been waking up up at twelve p.m., in my boxers in this dirty bed,
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Eating Sour Patch Watermelons the boys murked the day before.
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I'm watching bad reruns of mad TV, this shits not even close to funny,
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But I don't work today 'til three and the remote is on the floor.
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When are you coming over? Please, just say right now.
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We won't sleep our lives away,
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And today(and today, and today.)
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We'll make waves.
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In this lake of shit we've made, I refuse to sink.
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We cant live our lives this way;
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Not today (or today, or today.)
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If this sea of metaphoric bullshit stays, I won't sink.
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The party starts at nine p.m. at which ever house is close and vacant,
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We'll call the ten friends we've got left to pretend we've got a life.
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The boys are slaying shitty brews, and I've been slaying orange juice.
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You know we don't got shit to do, I guess we'll stay the night, fuck.
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It's too cold out to ride my bike today.
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It's been raining since we got home last week
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Some nights, I fucking love this town
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But most nights, I fucking hate this.
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Lately, I've been thinking about being a doctor or a teacher,
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Lately, I've been thinking about being someone at all;
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Just someone who changes something.
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Anything.
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Won't Be Pathetic Forever
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| The Wonder Years |
