Bradley comes home from school He looks happier today than any other day He won't go out with me I don't care if I never see his face Sometimes I wanna get out of here
Everyone's talking about you Behind the gym, they're sharing cigarettes Drinking beer out of coke-cans They're saying "what a waste" You must have been lonely Tearing down pacific coast highways
Bradley, bradley I think you got away Bradley, bradley Oh, I think you got away
Someone found a blue board Twisted up glass all around There was a girl with you Nobody knew her
Your stepdad was called in To say he recognized you Everyone knew you They said it was a waste Said it was a waste
Bradley, bradley I think you got away Bradley, bradley I think you got away
Everyone's back where they started No-one wants to talk about it This dares to say You weren't here
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