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It was, a sudden panic attack, |
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Gave up our firstborns, and we don't look back, |
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Track hit records, sad, sad songs, |
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In the end we know maybe it's better to go. |
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One falls after another, |
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The indie bands, the emo brands, |
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The old-school stays the old-school ways, |
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And the kids get up to go. |
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Then we get together, swear forever, |
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We'll save this dying scene, |
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How did we fall in love, |
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With this safari industry? |
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It's been real, was a helluva year, |
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All of the great bands, have disappeared, |
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We tracked hit records, some sad, sad songs, |
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In the end they know, it's only better to go. |
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One falls just like the others, |
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The indie bands, the emo brands, |
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The old-school stays the old-school ways, |
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And the kids get up to go. |
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Then we get together, swear forever, |
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We'll save this dying scene, |
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How did we fall in love, |
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With this safari industry? |
