She says she's read too many fashion magazines
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She's forgotten what real love is like
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And as the basement collects more kids off the street
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They smoke themselves to death waiting for the band to begin
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They've been tuning up there for an hour now
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And I don't think I can stand another minute more
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But just then the first chord strums, and the drums set in
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And I know what I have been waiting around for
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Because no one's going home until the morning comes
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No one's going to sleep until the sun comes up
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Did you hear those first two songs?
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They were fucking tuff
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And the band's not going to stop until the cops show up
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So hold your applause until the end, and wait for the sadness to set in
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Because that's the only feeling that's worth a damn
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He says he's done with the pop music scene
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There's too many opinions and so few are worth a shit
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He has got to learn to act a little more mean
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Because the mean ones always end up with the record deals
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And it's only when I'm angry that I feel complete
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When we are screaming at each other is when I am most happy
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I hang out with my friends and then I get depressed
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And I drink myself to sleep with any strength that is left
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And I quit going to church a year ago
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And my teachers think that my faith is gone
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But I can do without the eucharist because I found God
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In a Solid Jackson song
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Solid Jackson
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| Bright Eyes |
