it could happen to you,
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a defect from the
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wasted outskirts of los angeles
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with a crumpled-up pass for the RTD
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and no authority or trajectory
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on the brink of insanity
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you'd better believe it
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because it's written all over your face
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just a neighborhood reject,
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out of step and out of place
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you'd better believe it
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would you ever have thought
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persistence could prevail
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against the almost
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unbearable weight of the system?
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with nothing better to do,
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and no one else who you can look up to
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you'd better believe it
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because it's written all over your face
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a political defect,
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out of step and out of place
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you'd better believe it
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and the future is bright
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when ideas run astray
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so turn out the light,
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a punk can't have a say
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sometimes desire is all that's there
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who said life was fair?
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Believe It
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| Bad Religion |
