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Introducción:
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There's 16 homes on every street. They all of course lie in the neatest rows.
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Cradling broken homes and dinner prayers. Rocking us all to sleep in bones.
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Which one's mine, I can't tell? Sick of that suburban smell.
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They look the same, look the same.
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And all the kids with money laugh
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Cheering for the retard dance
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Cheering for a touchdown they laugh
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But I am not like them, I am not like them
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Only because
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I'm sick of watching them watch the retard dance.
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There's a party at the rich kid house. I get stoned in basements
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Mother I am not myself. But I don't laugh and watch the retard dance.
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There are so many homes on every street. Piling in their lines so neat
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I won't fold into those lies. Too drunk on that suburban smell
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To know which one of them is mine?. They look the same, look the same.
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God gave us 16 homes on every street. So we all pray at the dinner table
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Our sons are strong and they are able. To laugh and watch the retard dance
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Sick of that suburban smell. Sick of that suburban smell
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Sick of that suburban smell. Sick of that suburban smell