Imnot the one you dream about And Imnot the one you can not li have without Imnot the one who you wanna see Imnot the one who you want to be seen with
And when you are tired of all the jerks And you are tired of all the work And you are tired of being hurt You wi will long for the comfort of my golf shirt
Imnot the one who was an old time punk rocker I was listening to Rush and trying to feather my hair back When all that stuff went down Imnot the one who was in a high school hardcore band I sat in my room scoring with Ms. Pac-Man
And when you are tired of all the jerks And you are tired of all the work And you are tired of being hurt You wi will long for the comfort of my golf shirt
No tats, no piercings, no hats, no grunge beard baby, yeah
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