Contact through computer.
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Broken guitar. Broken amps and dreams.
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I felt old a long time ago but now the rest of the world's gotten older than me.
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So what's the deal here?
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Are you too old to get there?
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Are you too lazy to get here?
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Too lazy to even stay in touch?
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No calls inside those walls.
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A simple "how are you" is a little much to ask of you.
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So I'll go on without you.
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Take my chances and go it alone.
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I hate people anyway.
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Pile up in a dumpster.
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Light that match and burn it up
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And run away to somewhere safe.
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Rubber tires are grounded and go from place to place.
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You cannot live here.
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You've already died here.
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Take my chances and go it alone.
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I hate people anyway.
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Don't give up on the first thing you believe.
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Take my chances and go it alone.
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I don't need this shit anyway.
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I don't wanna wake up to an alarm clock thinking
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"Well, what the fuck. I've done enough. Time to stop livin' and start giving up."
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I know I'll have to or just go on without you.
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Take my chances and go it alone.
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I hate people anyway.
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Grudge Report
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| Bomb The Music Industry! |
