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So you're still underestimatedWith your hippie charms and pop alarmsAnd you're still underratedWith your orchestras and your drum machinesYou're too far away to be calling home like you want somethingYou just don't seem to feel itWhen the carpet's wet and the chairs are greenAll the time you spent cleaning your room left you coldAnd icy like some winter cave in the snowAnd all the rock 'n roll you played in your youthLeft you warm and fuzzy on the inside of your shoesYou're still a bit unstableWith your arms around another girlBut you don't know what she's sayingBecause you're too fucked up from all the drugs you tookBut you're still appreciatedFor your Indian chimes and your perfect rhymesBut you don't think it's realWhen your mama tells you how you should feelAll the TV sets you broke in your rageFell through the window on a nice warm summer dayAnd all the rejects you had kicked out of your schoolBroke you into a thousand pieces and called you a fool From Letras Mania