you think that i'm not cool
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hard to deny...what's wrong with me
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a softer side
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to compromise
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it's all i have for my teenage mind
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it's not the first time that i found
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all my friends just put me down
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i had to, force them' to understand
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that i'm not as, dumb as they think i am
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now they're still making fun of me
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miami vice, my favorite show, on so many years ago
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and sonny crocket was the, man that i hoped i would be
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i bought the shades and bought the clothes
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and wore pink pastel colors so
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i could fit in, with the crowd, what was wrong with me
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they always seem... when they're around
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to make it, "a" point, to put me down
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without a trace, another case, of retro 80's so called friends of mine
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i am, a burned out loser and
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i can, pretend, all the pressures that are
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going through my mind, i'm still captain geek divine
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now once again, i've been, the subject of my own joke played on me
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i cannot lie, i grew a mullet to comply
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with all the fads that, everyone would try like tab one calorie
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and i would do most anything, to gain a friend or just be seen
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as a member of the in crowd, don't feel sorry for me
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