It's time for a new understanding, if you're one of the many the family has let go
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Hold on stay together when crashin' selling fake hits of acid to a college asshole
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I can tell I disgust ugly old faces I see
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You call us mallrats; the town is callous to the kids on the street
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I know like an animal's knowledge, what you never acknowledge, and prefer to ignore
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I go like a brick through a window, there may be no tomorrow, I don't care anymore
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Here I am, I ruined your wall, talk responsibility, ugliness, mallrats
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The town is callous to the kids on the street
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Smarmy people, I'd like to blow them all away, vacant faces and a language of cliches
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Hypocrites aspiring to be all the same, I will act on all my dreams and take things to extremes
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I this time of new understanding, with the darkness descending and your money all gone
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I will hang tough making weirdness a virtue; I will never desert you in your quest for the dawn
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Kids On The Street
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