well, it was punk-fifteen in the morning
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and it was time
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to stand my ground
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and as the gawks and stares bombarded me
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you know, I didn't even
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hear a sound
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no one gave a damn
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if I was there or away
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if I died and went to hell,
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they'd throw a party on my grave
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and they'd all say,
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"this kid is just a fool, he'll never be cool,
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they might as well just ship him off
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to some other school"
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plain destitute
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just a little too guilty, just a little too soon
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that day was just like any other day
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no work, and no pay
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I knew that paradise was some other place
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and I'd get there another day
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I will find it before I expire
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cuz I've got the desire
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well, it was punk-fifteen in the evening
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and it was time to set the town on fire
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I saw my boots and my hair,
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as reflected in the mirror,
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reveal a streetkid named desire
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I didn't give a damn
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because I was just dying to be
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and as the hollywood street scene
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left its mark on me
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I changed from a boy into a man
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I said "never again!"
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I stuck out my chin when I should have ran
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shit in the fan
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I was driven so hard
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by the sound of my heart
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when the walls surround
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in deeper shades of blue
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and there's no voice of reason inside you
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and you search for meaning
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on an empty shelf
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then you're always dreaming
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of somewhere else
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today is just like any other day
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no fear, no restraint
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I know that paradise is some other place
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and I will get there another day
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you can come with me,
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no conditions or fares
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somehow, somewhere,
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I will find it before I expire,
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cuz I've got the desire
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A Streetkid Named Desire
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Bad Religion |