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storm We're gonna be elected You and me together, young and strong We're gonna be elected, elected, elected Respected, selected, call collected I wanna be elected, elected And if I am elected

I was riding around with my worst friend. It was the seventh of September; the day that I surrendered. Now fifteen more 'til my birthday. And he was talking

C'mon, Mom. I'm so scared. All the things you told me are coming true. C'mon, now. I'm too young to feel this tired. Sorry you ran out of money so soon

At first it seems like a bad dream and you can't claw your way out. And the plea that you make so you could escape isn't answered but you'll figure it

You finally chased the rest of them away. You finally chased the rest of them away. You finally chased the rest of them away. You finally chased the rest

Saw your face. The other day. And I'd wished I'd had the guts enough to say, Wish you could spend the night And it would be like old times And I went

She says she's going back home. Hasn't seen her friends in a while. Plus British Columbia's real nice this time of year. And when she gets there she says

You found a way to break away from the one you say that you love now you cry out your eyes day and night you set free the one that you love and it

Maybe like a polecat like a cannon you'll be praying for days like the nuts and bolts like the uniforms that they wore in the civil war and scratching