All the kids are out tonight (back home)

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I came to this world when a clumsy bird
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Dropped me accidentally from the sack in his mouth.
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I went into a freefall and hit ground
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East of San Francisco and a little to the south.

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When I landed in a bundle at my parents' door
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I expected to have landed on European shores
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But clearly the bird must have missed somehow.
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Hadn't he meant to drop me in Paris? London? Moscow?
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I grew up feeling all the time
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Like I was stranded in a land that wasn't really mine.
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Still I went to prom, made songs with my friends,
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Rolled 20-sided dice and worshipped REM

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All the kids are out tonight
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Sitting on Camaros starting fights.
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All the kids are out tonight
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Sitting on Camaros starting fights.
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Spending quarters, making out
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Tripping through the strip malls. School is out! 
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Back home. (4x)

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Now here I am in the fatherland
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I'm walking through the black woods nobody's hand in my hand.
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The skyline down in Mainhattan town
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Shines beyond the cornfields as the sun is going down.
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I mount my bike and begin to ride
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Without a light the path is white with black on either side
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My crooked cranks make a clanking sound
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As they chink against the chain guard on their way up and around
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I cross the highway with its stream of lights
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Running underneath me like a marathon of fireflies
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The dark trees part bringing shadows down
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The sky looks like the asphalt on a parking lot in my town.

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All the kids are out tonight
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Sitting on Camaros starting fights.
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All the kids are out tonight
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Sitting on Camaros starting fights.
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Getting lost in each other’s eyes
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Riding flattened boxes down the hills at night 
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Back home. (4x)

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Someday I'll return on a silver bird
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I'll make my way through baggage claim and out into a cab.
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For now the wrinkled blanket of the Taunus hills
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Swells with rain as my train rolls through fields of daffodils.
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Jet trails slice through the whitegray sky
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The empty seat next to me is full of ghosts and memories.
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But all my thoughts are far away
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Playing kickball in the cul-de-sacs of the old McUSA.

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All the kids are out tonight
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Sitting on Camaros starting fights.
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All the kids are out tonight
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Sitting on Camaros starting fights.
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Forging songs in garages from noise
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Here’s to the antics of the girls and boys
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Back home. (4x)

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