We like the music with the vocals mixed low
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We speak of songs as if no one else knows
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So unoriginal, our M.O.
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Until something better happens
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Until we find another way
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Hey, your soul has no crossover potential
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Is that the brain you want to own?
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In the clubhouse, with our doors closed
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Convoluted scene, yeah I think I know exactly what you mean
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Someday I'll find out what this hope's for
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Find distance between my happiness and this bullshit dream
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So apropos, hey that's our story how it goes
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Hope we don't spend life on our knees
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Begging do something with us please
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Your average woe has no punk rock credentials
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Your voice is not your own
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So you better find you some friends
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And try to make this feel like home You better laugh with your friends
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Or else you're gonna go it alone
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Crossover Potential
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| Kind Of Like Spitting |
