We dumb smart kids got guts; we're buying in without selling out.
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And we're great at parties.
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Misplaced-aggression chic, or ill-read rebel's grief, we've got our weapons.
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We've made a lifetime of wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve.
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I'll buy you everything baby, that's the way I show you my dissent.
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I spent all my cash on you, got nothing left.
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We mock the tags we were at our subculture fairs; and we fight from checkout tills.
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Hot, well dressed and dumb disposable income with a knack for abstraction.
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We've made a lifetime of wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve.
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I'll buy you everything babe, that's the way I'll show you my dissent.
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I spent all my time with you, and we're singing...
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I don't care about the state of the world today.
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We'll drown, but damn won't we look good.
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I don't care about the fate of youth anyway.
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It's for the buying, looks as good as trying.
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I don't care about the state of the world today.
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I don't care.
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'Cause we don't know better.
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We live with blinders on.
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Our memory nearly gone.
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We get new fall-line chills.
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Dissent and dollar bills!
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What do we see, what do we do?
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We've made a lifetime wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve.
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I'll buy you everything baby, that's the way I show you my dissent.
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I spent my cash on you, got nothing left.
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Zombie Cheerleader Slumber Party Massacre
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| Bombs Over Providence |
