hold your breath just for a while
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and listen to what i have to say
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but i guess it makes no sense
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to try to tell you what i think
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because your statements are so stupid
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and they make no sense at all
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you say we're just a bunch of assholes
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trying to be involved in your cool scene
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so i'm asking you now my friend
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are you really sure that you are mr.know-it-all
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leading member of the clan
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you're standing tall but you will fall
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pick up your stuff you better run
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because we're coming after you
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and this is what we're going to do
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set your house on fire
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chase you around the block
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until you're on your knees
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take your stupid cellphone
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and shove it up your ass
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now try to call your friends
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you saw us play a support show
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now you really think we suck
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because we didn't rock
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so i'm asking you now my friend
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cause i'm really wondering
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where were you six years ago
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when we played our first small show
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you were at home still playing tunes
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of tina turner springsteen bruce
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so don't teach me your punkrock rules
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'cause this is what i'll do to you
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what did you do six years ago
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we don't know
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The Clan
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| Snitch |
