Get out of town boy, the clowns are coming,
Call the personal trainers, the rats are on the run,
All you girls that want my name get in line,
This rides gonna be fun,
It's all about me and what I've become
It's all about what you might've been
Two lost souls, meeting in the middle
Two lost souls reliving the fun
Get on your hats, and break out the Cristal
Read the tabloids boy, we've finally caught the bus,
The whole world knows us
They just don't give a damn,
It's all about me and what I've become
It's all about what you might've been
Two lost souls, meeting in the middle
Two lost souls reliving the fun
We don't belong here
They don't deserve us,
We're too good for this world
They'll be sorry when we're gone
They just don't know us yet (They never will)
It's all about us, what we might've been
It's all about them, n' what they've become
Just lost souls, meeting in the middle
All those souls reliving the fun
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