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Springfield's looking pretty dusty today,
I see their dreams coming undone.
The view from inside ward nine affords this much
A town teeming with the unloved
Close the window and lock it so it's good and tight

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Turning eighteen and trying not to look too lost
-Have a not so nice day-
The jacket makes me straight so I can just sit back
And bake.
You know I think I'm gonna stay
Talking very loud but no one hears a word I say.

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Come visit me at eight o'clock and then you'll see how
I am not the crazy one
Voices tell me I'm the shit

Twenty days go by and every day looks the same
Same same same same

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I'm the shit