From my tape deck there's a recklessness
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Inflections of the world we want
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All my friends, my rusty truck
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We're just specks of love, directionless
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Call this band just what we want
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We can change the name from month to month
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Four guitars and zero drums
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We sounded folk but we wanted to be punk
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In a world post punk
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My friend had an old guitar
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He took some lessons didn't get very far
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An Ibanez with one knob stuck
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Said, "You can have that thing for fifty bucks"
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Laura got a bass but it got no amp
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Borrowed skills but never gave it back
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Luke is just learning how to strum
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But since he was the worst
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We made him play the drums
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Play the drums
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You may find
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In the palm
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Of your hand
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There's a flame
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As it burns
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As it climes
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As it turns
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To a blaze
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Well this flame
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It won't last
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Here it comes
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Hold it close
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Cause this blaze
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Can be fast
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Set it free now there it goes
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Luke's mom said that after school
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We could rehearse in the living room
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But that sure didn't last too long
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Guess she didn't know we'd play Fugazi songs
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We played these songs in the talent show
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And all of the girls would be in the front row
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But in the end we just chickened out
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Because we can't sing
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We can only shout
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Only shhh
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You may find
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In the palm
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Of your hand
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There's a flame
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As it burns
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As it climes
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As it turns
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To a blaze
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Well this flame
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It won't last
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Here it comes
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Hold it close
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Well this blaze
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Will be fast
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Set it free now there it goes
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Tape Deck
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| Jack Johnson |
