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Something Corporate
She’s out of school again
But she won’t be calling from where she is going
the lines are jammed this time
what could a girl like her need with a slacker like me
If I were a terrorist
I’d bomb you’re graduation
If I were a terrorist
there’d be no hesitation
So I’m going on tour with the band
She said "stay for the summer" but she don’t understand
That the radio plays what they want you to hear
and I want them to play you your love song this year
If I were a terrorist
I’d bomb you’re graduation
If I were a terrorist
there’d be no hesitation
The cameras are flashing
Her black robe is passing
and there I am chilled to my bones
This is the year my girlfirends leaving home
She’ll probably end up with a frat guy
She’ll probably get pinned while I sleep in the van
I’m sure she’ll be home for thanksgiving
I’ll send her a picture of me making out with a fan.... And.....
If I were a terrorist
I’d bomb you’re graduation
If I were a terrorist
there’d be no hesitation
The cameras are flashing
Her black robe is passing
and there I am chilled to my bones
This is the year my girlfirends leaving
this is the year my girlfriends leaving
this is the year my girlfriends leaving
home
But she won’t be calling from where she is going
the lines are jammed this time
what could a girl like her need with a slacker like me
If I were a terrorist
I’d bomb you’re graduation
If I were a terrorist
there’d be no hesitation
So I’m going on tour with the band
She said "stay for the summer" but she don’t understand
That the radio plays what they want you to hear
and I want them to play you your love song this year
If I were a terrorist
I’d bomb you’re graduation
If I were a terrorist
there’d be no hesitation
The cameras are flashing
Her black robe is passing
and there I am chilled to my bones
This is the year my girlfirends leaving home
She’ll probably end up with a frat guy
She’ll probably get pinned while I sleep in the van
I’m sure she’ll be home for thanksgiving
I’ll send her a picture of me making out with a fan.... And.....
If I were a terrorist
I’d bomb you’re graduation
If I were a terrorist
there’d be no hesitation
The cameras are flashing
Her black robe is passing
and there I am chilled to my bones
This is the year my girlfirends leaving
this is the year my girlfriends leaving
this is the year my girlfriends leaving
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