Cars - Misfit Kid

I dream frequently, sometimes they come out funny
I go through insanity, all they want is money
All these parties get so habitual
The same sea of faces
Always pushing, always pulling
Always in the races

I get cooled out
I get the come ons
I get rumbled
I get crumbled

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I'm the American misfit kid
Still wondering what I did

I'm on the inside taking a fast ride
I'm stiletto so, so sharp and I'm willing to cut
Sometimes nebulous, I'm ready to strut
Lost and frantic, new age romantic
Checking out the race
Never cared about what it meant
Always loved disgrace

I get rhythm
I get Cornflakes
I get fast love
I get wasted

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