Stare out the window
You can't make the time go
You don't even know why you're here
Wait for the weekend
To go off the deep end
And make everything disappear
You're lost in a teenage jail
So young, so vicious, and so frail
Where something is always for sale
You're lost in a teenage jail
You're not like your mothers
You're not like the others
You're not quite like anyone else
They don't even know you
Got nothin' to show you
So get somethin' good for yourself
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