I didnt want to,
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Leave you behind,
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But your clothes werent stepping,
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Into line.
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Too much self pity,
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Not enough nitty griity
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And just when you were looking pretty
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Pretty boring, pretty drab, out of date, colors bad,
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You should know it stays the same.
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No individuals things ever change.
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But oif its new, its in the past.
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Everything goes by so fast.
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Upstaged by the supporting cast.
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Dont ask the girlfreind to throw it away,
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It'll be in fashion by next Friday,
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Hoping our clothes have something say
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Take It Away!
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haha...
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The in vogue clock goes spinning round
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Space age fasion lifts off the ground
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Just accept the new faith
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Try and look common place
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Instead of looking out of place
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But cant you see I'm staying still, that rich little bastards made me Ill,
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Ill, ILL!
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Stepping Into Line
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Madness |