in this town there is nothing at all but a brown school and a dead shopping mall the record store is execrable we sit around blowing bubbles 'cause we're young and insane and we're running away for the summer we're deprived and depraved and we won't get away with it young and insane when you're free in an antique car for a week you will know who you are in uninhabitable we go out to jump in puddles
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