This blood that's in our veins it,
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Carries all of these mistakes that we've ever made,
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When we're not thinking straight.
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Don't remember every name,
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But it seems like every face is back at the place,
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The same place they've tried to escape.
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Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time. (woah)
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Not giving up, just getting by.
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Sticking it out through hardest times.
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Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time.
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Just standing in this crowded room,
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Still makes me feel alive.
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These thoughts stuck in our brains were,
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Were razor sharp but all the years made them fade,
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Or wrote them in a way.
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It's years of sleeping late and drinking everyday and,
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It's the same things we blamed,
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The same things we've tried to escape.
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Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time. (woah)
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Not giving up, just getting by.
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Sticking it out through hardest times.
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Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time.
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Just standing in this crowded room,
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Still makes me feel alive.
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This smokey crowded and cloudy room,
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Flashes me back to my misspent youth.
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So when i walk home drunk and I wake up bruised,
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I'd like to thank each of you. [x2]
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I'd like to thank each of you...
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You.. you..
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I'd like to thank each of you...
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You.. you..
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I'd like to thank each of you.
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This One's Gonna Leave A Bruise
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| Less Than Jake |
