| Eleanor’s at the bar
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| Drinking beer with all her postmodern friends
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| There’s a boy in the corner on guitar
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| Singing songs and breaking hearts again
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| He smiles and lights a cigarette
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| He says Eleanor, I don’t think I’ve met you yet
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| She laughs and says shes not interested in boys like him
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| She a complicated, educated late-night drama queen
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| She just wants someone who can understand she’s crazy and loves caffeine
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| She’s tired of school and tired of boys with nothing left to say
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| She’s tired of feeling this way
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| Afternoons of MTV, vintage jeans, and fashion news
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| Evenings of reality, looking out for new hairdos
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| She talks to her friends about her feelings
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| Heartbreaks backs-tabs and dishonest heathens
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| Another midnight comes without a clue
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| She a complicated, educated late-night drama queen
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| She just wants someone who can understand she’s crazy and loves caffeine
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| She’s tired of school and tired of boys with nothing left to say
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| She’s tired of feeling this way
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| She’s so cool
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| She’s so cool
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| She’s been playing a fool
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| Eleanor’s still at the bar with the same old friends
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| Another day, another night has come and gone again
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| She a complicated, educated late-night drama queen
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| She just wants someone who can understand she’s crazy and loves caffeine
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| She’s tired of all the empty lies, she wants to be free
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| Oh where’s the love of a loving kind
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| She’s got nothing left to say
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| She’s tired of feeling this way
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| Oh, nothing left to say
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| She’s tired of feeling this way |