Hell it's hot, hot as hell, but the sun couldn't compare to the heat
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we felt. Couldn't hold a home, barely hold a friend. Gaining a lil'
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just to turn around and lose it again. Oh well, it's rocks through a
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window on a Friday night. Rocks up your nose helping me see the night.
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Get up to get down, to go geek and get up and go out again. No room
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for love. I said none. When you're born with such violent traits...
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summer of hate. Summer of Hate, it was the summer of hate, you're much
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too late, much too hot to find somethin' to love. Just getting bored,
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bored of normal life. Never gonna' leave quiet, always leave with a
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fight. Beatin' down boys, spittin' on girls, strength in numbers was
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usually the easiest way... summer of hate. Gotta' big black van, with
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all the seats taken out. Gotta' few good men, now it's time to go
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out. I really don't think you understand it's Friday night. we're gonna
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ride tonight. where were you at in the...
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Summer Of Hate
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The Heart Attacks |