Paint By Numbers- Spoonboy

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On the playground you learned how to share with the kids, 
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but you still didn't feel you fit in.  
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How fitting your confusion when you turned 16: 
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you knew how to paint by numbers, but you knew it wasn't rock and roll.  
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you learned tight pants, spray paint, and eyeliner.  
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you said glam rock would save your soul.  
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But you couldn't grasp that the rebellion you wanted 
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wasn't something you could ever be sold.  
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ANd I never understood how someone could be so willing to be 
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absorbed into what I never thought could pass as identity.  
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And I always felt bad for the kids who had to share their faces 
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with sad teenagers across the world 
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who'd found something to fill their loss, 
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without ever addressing the cause.  
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Then I saw your speech patterns imitated exactly 
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by a girl in seattle and again in minneapolis, 
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so i guess you must have learned that from tv.  
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you said you'd find yourself for real, 
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but fell that far from the goal.  
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you had to paint by numbers but knew it wasn't r-r-r-rock and roll.