staying out late, trouble knows my name.
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skating away from security, it's a cat and mouse game.
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slamming cokes and eating the pie.
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one too many slices, you'll bust a gut and die.
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go for broke, then slam down bad.
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that's the price you pay for trying to get rad.
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but i'll pick myself up, i don't need your help.
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keep your hands off me, i'd rather be by myself.
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a broken board and a long walk home.
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sometimes i feel better being alone.
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i'm so bored, looking for some fun.
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the better you get to know me, the further you'll run.
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sometimes i feel better being alone.
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wake up at dawn just to skate the ramp.
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girls get in the way, just a bunch of ramp tramps.
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the session is rad, we all get gnarly.
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so many of us it's like a private party.
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later on that night, thrashers rule the scene.
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acid drop off ramps in tight blue jeans.
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just before i left i saw your face.
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and i knew i had to get out of the place.
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a broken board and a long walk home.
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sometimes i feel better being alone.
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i'm so bored, looking for some fun.
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the better you get to know me, the further you'll run.
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sometimes i feel better being alone.
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just leave alone!
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Hands Off
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| Bones Brigade |
