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What do you mean it's time, time for me to grow up? |
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I don't want any part. |
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It's right to follow my heart. |
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The new kids ran, ran out the back door fast, and the bands that came before they had their noses in the air. |
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Pretending that they care about our scene just because our money's green. |
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I'll tell you stage dives make me feel more alive than coded messages in slowed down songs. |
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Now you're so ashamed, now |
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I'm so ashamed of you. |
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We believe the same things. |
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You stand to the side. |
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Rebirth of hardcore pride. |
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It all came true, too bad you can't see all the good things that |
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I see. Back in, back in the days when |
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I'd wait to see the old bands play. |
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It didn't seem like wasted days. |
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I was so sincere, but now |
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I see more clearly. |
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Music's only work to them. |
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It's not to me. |
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So I say hats off to bands that change. |
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Good luck, go your own way. |
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Why play for us if your heart's not in it? |
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Cause what might seem dumb to you is pounding in my heart. |
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Now you're so ashamed, now you're so ashamed of you. |
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We believe the same things. |
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You stand to the side. |
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Rebirth of hardcore pride. |
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It all came true. |
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Too bad you can't see. |
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No, you just can't fucking see it. |
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Now you just turn your back. |
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You said I don't want it anymore. |
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Old friends you attack. |
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Our pain out of touch. |
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You don't get it do you? |
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New stage, new ideas. |
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You don't have to make excuses for us. |
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Sitting there looking back, |
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I'm scared. |
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Don't spoil memories of the way things were. |