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Ritalin

She works at a Chemist
A bit of a pessimist
Gets yelled at by old Russian men
Paid ten bucks an hour
Some bloke just bought her flowers
He comes in every week for his ritalin
The lonely chick who grabs a parma
And a [?]with her father
At the local, there's some shitty cover band
No interest in nightclubs
The Vinyl Room's all I've got
And she only goes with the loyal hot dog stand

Doesn't it suck growing up?
Doesn't she know it?
Doesn't it suck growing up?
Doesn't she know it?

Chronic masturbator, yet her parents fucking hate her
Been like that since the age of ten
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Acting cool, barely eighteen
And at school
She only daydreams of pwning Runescape noobs in her bed
Get along with old folks much
Better than the young blokes
Try so hard to keep her cool-headed cover
Scared of writing songs with everyone who can [?]once again
And the boo-has you call her brother

Doesn't it suck growing up?
Doesn't she know it?
Doesn't it suck growing up?
Doesn't she know it?

Oh in a kick, you'll be sweet by the end of the–
Oh in a kick, you'll be sweet
Oh in a kick, you'll be sweet by the end of the–
Oh in a kick, you'll be sweet