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So come and talk to me on my computer screen
The best years of our lives aren't as easy as they seem
But one day we'll look back and then we'll have to laugh
They used to call us names now they want our autographs
To get the girl and make the grade
It's all a show
It's all a game
And I would lose it if I played
It's all the same
So I don't care what they say
I don't need them anyway
I'll just go about my day
But anyway
You go out on Friday night
I'll stay in but that's all right
'Cause I have found a clique
To call my own in-crowd
Out-crowd
I don't care your crowd
My crowd
We can't share
'Cause I have found a Clique to call my own
She says she'd call
But I know she won't
(She won't)
(She won't)
I don't care what you say
I don't need you anyway
I'll just go about my day
But anyway
-Good Charlotte, The Click
Posted by Kyle at 03:07 AM | Category: Lyrical Fun