| Ostracized and terrorized
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| The outcast knows no way to survive
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| Plagued by fear, year after year
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| Her cries for help fell on deaf ears
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| Forever unknown and so alone
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| Where the hell in the hallways always feels like home
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| The girl that was lost
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| The girl no one saved, with blood on her face
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| Maybe now they’ll remember her name
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| The girl that they crossed
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| They’ll never contain and no one is safe
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| Maybe now they’ll remember her name
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| Stepped on like shit and drowned in their spit
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| They tore her world apart for their own benefit
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| But they can’t hold back the certain wrath of a pissed off prom queen psychopath
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| The girl that was lost
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| The girl no one saved, with blood on her face
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| Maybe now they’ll remember her name
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| The girl that they crossed
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| They’ll never contain and no one is safe
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| Maybe now they’ll remember her name
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| When happily ever after came crashing from the rafters
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| She knew she wasn’t meant to wear their crooked crown
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| But look who’s laughing now
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| «And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for
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| Your Bates High Prom queen for 1976 is… Carrie White!»
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| Covered in blood, they called it good clean fun
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| But now her mind is a weapon that they can’t outrun
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| When rivals attack a school’s spirit strikes back
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| The girl that was lost
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| The girl no one saved, with blood on her face
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| Maybe now they’ll remember her name
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| The girl that they crossed
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| They’ll never contain and no one is safe
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| Maybe now they’ll remember her name
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| When happily ever after came crashing from the rafters
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| She knew she wasn’t meant to wear their crooked crown
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| But look who’s laughing now
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| Look who’s laughing now
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| Well look who’s laughing now
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| Well look who’s laughing now
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| Look who’s laughing now
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| Well look who’s laughing now |