I sat along the rocks and watch the cold Maine water rush away.
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The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday.
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You broke those promises but I'll get over it.
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'Cause as long as I'm breathing fresh air I don't really give a shit
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So I'll complain for the next ten years, but remember that sometimes things are great.
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I didn't have directions and I hadn't eaten anything all day.
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We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play.
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I ate a bag of peanuts right before the windy road.
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And I couldn't drink a thing all night 'cause of the vomit in the back my throat.
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Then you gave me your number and your sweatshirt so I didn't give a shit.
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So I'll complain for the next eleven years, but remember that sometimes things are great.
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You don't own me! You don't own me!
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I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream.
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It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed.
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I said "pull this shit over and let me out
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I swear to fucking God I'm fucking giving up right now"
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And now I've got a brand new start, I remember that something are great.
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Scream it in apartment halls -
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Scream it loud in shopping malls -
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Take a ball point pen and paint the inside's of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
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You don't own me. You don't own me.
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Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement.
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Depression set in 'cause I was a product of my environment.
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Then the other day, I got in my car.
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Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel, drive him to the bar.
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He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn't on his phone
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and for fifteen minutes I had a conversation with a hero.
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So I'll complain for the next ten years...
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And after that we'll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers
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prepare for the next twenty-three years.
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'Cause if I wasn't a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock.
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And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music.
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And if never got my heart broken, I would sing "blah blah fucking nothing."
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And if you didn't fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars.
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And if I never lived in that van I wouldn't have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex or Middagh.
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And if I never worked in a basement I would have never quit my job.
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And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man.
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Syke! Life Is Awesome!
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Bomb The Music Industry! |