there's no reply quite as wise as yours
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filled with philosophy and metaphors
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and a thousand words that i never new existed
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oh tell me how you ever became so gifted
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excuse me if i like the common (??)
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but you're never wrong and it's getting really old
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oh the poster kids when it comes down to it
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spend alot of time but there ain't much to it
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you hate me
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and i'm sick of you
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oh the poster kids got alot to say
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they'll prove you wrong in every way
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you hate me
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and i'm sick of you
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well i'm stupid 'cause i got a few beliefs
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what makes you sure i wanna hear your beefs
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about why there's no god and what punk really stands for
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oh doin' this all day must make your eyes sore
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excuse me if my leader's not some twit
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but you'll never know 'cause you're so sure of it
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