[Part 1]
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I'm the son of rage and love
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The Jesus of suburbia
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From the bible of none of the above
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On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
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No one ever died for my sins in hell
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As far as I can tell
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At least the ones I got away with
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And there's nothing wrong with me
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This is how I'm supposed to be
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In a land of make believe
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That don't believe in me
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Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
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The living room or my private womb
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While the moms and brads are away
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To fall in love and fall in debt
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To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
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To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
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And there's nothing wrong with me
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This is how I'm supposed to be
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In a land of make believe
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That don't believe in me
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[Part 2: City Of The Damned]
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At the center of the Earth
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In the parking lot
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Of the 7-11 were I was taught
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The motto was just a lie
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It says home is where your heart is
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But what a shame
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Cause everyone's heart
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Doesn't beat the same
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It's beating out of time
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City of the dead
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At the end of another lost highway
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Signs misleading to nowhere
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City of the damned
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Lost children with dirty faces today
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No one really seems to care
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I read the graffiti
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In the bathroom stall
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Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
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And so it seemed to confess
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It didn't say much
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But it only confirmed that
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The center of the earth
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Is the end of the world
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And I could really care less
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City of the dead
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At the end of another lost highway
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Signs misleading to nowhere
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City of the damned
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Lost children with dirty faces today
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No one really seems to careeeeee
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[Part 3: I don't care]
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I don't care if you don't
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I don't care if you don't
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I don't care if you don't care
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[x4]
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I don't careeeeeeeeee
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Everyone is so full of shit
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Born and raised by hypocrites
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Hearts recycled but never saved
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From the cradle to the grave
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We are the kids of war and peace
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From Anaheim to the middle east
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We are the stories and disciples
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Of the Jesus of suburbia
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Land of make believe
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And it don't believe in me
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Land of make believe
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And I don't believe
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And I don't care!
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I don't care! [x4]
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[Part 4: Dearly beloved]
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Dearly beloved are you listening?
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I can't remember a word that you were saying
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Are we demented or am I disturbed?
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The space that's in between insane and insecure
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Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
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Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
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Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
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For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
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[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]
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To live and not to breathe
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Is to die In tragedy
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To run, to run away
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To find what you believe
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And I leave behind
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This hurricane of fucking lies
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I lost my faith to this
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This town that don't exist
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So I run
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I run away
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To the light of masochist
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And I leave behind
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This hurricane of fucking lies
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And I walked this line
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A million and one fucking times
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But not this time
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I don't feel any shame
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I won't apologize
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When there ain't nowhere you can go
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Running away from pain
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When you've been victimized
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Tales from another broken home
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You're leaving...
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You're leaving...
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You're leaving...
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Ah you're leaving home...
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Jesus Of Suburbia
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| Green Day |
