Fit in
Fit in, fit in
I'm spending nights just dreaming and playing the music loud
They're banging on the ceiling, they're praying that I'll soon be out
I almost thought of leaving
Get away from the glares and their unfriendly stares
And now I'm all alone, and the telephone teases and dares
You gotta ring, you gotta ring
I'll get away from them all, oh oh
So pride comes before the fall, but I'm not giving in
Fit in, fit in, fit in, fit in
They're kicking up a storm in some strange place they know out of town
Why won't I go along there, it's crazy they're all doing it now
But right now it's the last place that I wanna see, it's my way to be free
And I'm getting bored of the way they expect me to be
You gotta be, you gotta be
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