I spend all my money on the clothes that I got
Cuz all the geeks that I meet they all look cooler then me
But what to do when they're all lookin' at you
Cuz you're the freak of the week
Cuz you're on the tv
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Can you make me a promise
To stop it before we begin
Will you hold on to my head
If I ever lose it again
I got a shrink I swear he's elvis I think
He wears the coolest suede shoes when I come in with the blues
He thinks its all about culure and art
But the truth of it is
That it rips me apart
{chorus}
Tell me I sold out
Tell me I sold out go ahead
Writer(s): Butch Walker
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