Verse #1:
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HE PLAYS ACOUSTICAL GUITAR
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AND NOT EVEN THAT GREAT
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HIS FRIENDS FIGHT ALL HIS BATTLES
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TO MUSIC, HE'S A WASTE
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AND EVEN THOUGH HE THINKS HE'S SCREAMO
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I HAVE TO GIVE HIM CREDIT
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HE'D HUMILIATE HIMSELF
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AND FORGET TO MENTION IT
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Chorus:
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Jeremy thinks my screamo's sellout
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Jeremy has no class at all
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JEREMY THINKS HE'S SUPERIOR
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WHEN HE'S TAKING THE BIGGEST FALL
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Verse #2:
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MAYBE ONE DAY HE'LL GHET A CLUE
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AND LEARN HOW TO LABEL MUSIC
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THEN HE CAN FIGHT HIS OWN WARS
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BECAUSE HATE, HE'LL HAVE TO GET USED TO
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TOMORROWS A NEW DAY
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MAYBE THEN HE'LL EARN SOME RESPECT
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UNTIL THAT TIME I LAUGH
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BECAUSE HE'S SUCH A STUPID PRICK
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Repeat chorus
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Refrain:
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When he speaks, he speaks and stumbles...it's so cold in here, they FUCKING TREMBLE!
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THERE ISN'T A FAN ALIVE, OF THIS GUY!
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AT LEAST ONE THAT PASSED FIRST GRADE!
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NONE OF THEM EVEN SEEM TO BLINK. BECAUSE THEY'RE DRONES!
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Now tell me, they keep e-mailing me...WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!
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Repeat chorus
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End:
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Jeremy...can't fight...his own...war!
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Jeremy Stout Thinks he's Screamo
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| Don't Drown Amsterdam |
