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Changing colors to fit the mood
I'm in the red cause I'm bird food
A traffic cone for a megaphone
We use our hands to muffle tones
Maybe we won't just be friends
Kickin' it with the kids
Typical livin' in
Baby you know we're gonna die
Paint the town all red
Make up your own dance
Lately teacher's been a bitch
Sweater makes me itch
Filthy stinkin' rich
Lately,
The good ol' rocking chair
Billy missed the fair
At least he touched your hair
Billy
Chasing shadows that aren't my own
It's in my head cause I'm all alone
I made a friend and hes just like me
We watch cartoons on the TV
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