your garbage it is growing
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and your weapons and rebellions
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were charged on daddy? card
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to all your baffled looks
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we didn? choose to do this the hard way
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but we scream our lungs and we raise our glasses
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to all the girls, and all the boys
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with the first five minutes of a war always at their sides
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(and like the man said?
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"i fall asleep with pen in hand there? something
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you should know"
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and all your guts and all your goals
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came in the shiny promo package
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knew how this would end before you bled for the beginning
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strike a pose
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so when you get off your happy little bus
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with your happy little smiles
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with your happy little instruments that never go out of tune
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we will be fucking up and missing words
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following you in a van that we had to beg to start
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and of course we?e fucking angry
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and of course we?e tired and ugly
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it? not all a sunny Sunday
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(and like the man said?
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"you can take a road that takes you to the stars
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i can take a road that will see me through"
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Snakes Among Us
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| Bane |
