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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 |
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I disgust ugly old faces |
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I see 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, |
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I don't care anymore |
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Here I am, |
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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, |
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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, |
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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; |
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I will never desert you in your quest for the dawn |
