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Sunday night in central booking Hope no one I know is looking in on where I am, on where I've been To add to my list of disgraces, they took my belt and my shoelaces Yet, I'm not a threat, no, not like that And when I stand for my defense Should I protest my innocence Or should I say, "I know I was wrong" Because despite all the evidence The photograph and the fingerprints I don't need to stay here I don't belong, I don't belong, I don't belong When I saw them coming for me, I knew that I was disorderly How could that be? I felt so free Ran a block then, took a tumble Handcuffs lock and I just mumble "No, don't make me go, don't make me go" And when I stand for my defense Should I protest my innocence Or should I say, "I know I was wrong"? Because despite all the evidence The photograph and the fingerprints I don't need to stay here I don't belong, I don't belong, I don't belong Letras de canciones Share a cell with little hellions caught up in some teen rebellion But I don't know what still makes them strut Use the phone but no one answers That guy swears he's just a dancer And we all misunderstand Sunday night in central booking Hope no one I know is looking in on where I am or where I've been Where have I been? From Letras Mania