The Dropouts

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Dropouts paid in alcohol,
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late night longshots at the bar;
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waitin' and waitin' and waitin' on a phone call,
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My one   true love   is this cheap guitar.

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Everybody's flyin' in a harmony rocket,
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everybody's sleepin' on a hardwood floor;
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you got two two-dollar bills in your pocket,
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you've got no idea when you'll get more.

[Chorus 1]
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  But that's alright,   it's goin' down, down, down.
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We got nothin', but nothin's good enough for the dropouts.

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 2]
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Buildings made of bricks and mortar,
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mockingbirds up in the sky.
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Man, I hated going to high school,
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all I wanted was   to learn how to fly.

[Chorus 2]
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  But that's alright,   turns out you don't need wings
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  when you've got whiskey   and guitar strings.
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  About midnight   we gon' get real loud,
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  we got nothin', but nothin's good enough for the dropouts.

[Interlude 2]
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[Verse 3]
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In a parallel universe, everybody's wasted,
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in another life where we all live;
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in the straight world, everybody thinks we've lost it.
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Oh, but we all see what a joke it is.

[Chorus 3]
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  I know you, even if I don't know your name,
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  the real world   can be really lame.
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  You gotta make your own sunshine   when you're underground,
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  we got nothin', but nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
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nothin's good enough for the dropouts.

[Otro]
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                       We're the dropouts.
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                       We're the dropouts.
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                       We're the dropouts.
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                       Aw, yeah.