In Crowd

In Crowd To live to be in the public eye
Is so miserable.
To have to dress a certain way
Is so miserable.
To run your life by what people say
Is so miserable.
My hair's too long
And you can't pronounce my name,
My favorite songs
everybody says are lame.

I've just been rejected
By the in crowd.
My life's not affected
By the in crowd.

To always have cool things to say
Is so miserable.
To always have cool chicks to lay
Is so miserable.
To always have to have the look
Is so miserable.
To have to live life by the book
Is so miserable.
I can't find love
No matter how I've tried,
But I don't mind
'Cause it takes you for a ride.

Repeat Chorus.

I've just been rejected
By the in crowd.
I'm unselected,
Unrespected,
Who is the in crowd anyway?

My hair's too long
And you can't pronounce my name,
My favorite songs
Everybody says are lame.
I can't find love,
No it's just a losing game!

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