Walkin' on down to the seventh grade dance
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And I don't know what we're goin' there for
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No one's gonna talk to us
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We'll look really silly just starin' at the gymnasium floor
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I'll wrestle with my two left feet
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They'll point and they'll stare at what my mom made me wear
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And tomorrow I'll wake up crying and smiling
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CHORUS:
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Just another day in the suburbs
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Where behind every cloud
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There's a big ball of burning sunshine
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Hitchin' a ride to the high school dance
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And I don't know what we're going there for
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The girls are so pretty in their shopping mall fashions
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And we're so invisible to them
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I feel like I'm in some John Hughes film
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Like a dream we've all had when you can't run too fast
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And tomorrow we'll wake up crying and smiling
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CHORUS
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Drivin' on up to the Hollywood party
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And I don't know what I'm going there for
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There's too many fools and too many rules and dress codes
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And I'm one too many people there
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They'll shake hands and grin
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Staring at eight-by-tens
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They'll point and they'll laugh at my photograph
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And tomorow they'll wake up crying and smiling
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CHORUS
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Seventh Grade Dance
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Smash Mouth |