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