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Downtown Vancouver |
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Digging through your bag |
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Ripping out the pages |
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Of the local music mag |
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You missed the show last summer |
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But now you've got your chance |
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They're playing at The Railway |
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With another emo band |
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I'm ambitious when giving up |
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Never thinking clear enough |
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But we're not Elvis anymore |
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We're not Frankie in his wild years |
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We're not Tina's glorious comeback |
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We're not us, we're not us |
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Sold my soul to the devil |
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For nice penmanship |
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And now I write real pretty |
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But I'm starting to regret it |
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If all of this was easy |
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It wouldn't matter how it ends |
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I'm ambitious when giving up |
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Never thinking clear enough |
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But we're not Elvis anymore |
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We're not Frankie in his wild years |
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We're not Tina's glorious comeback |
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We're not us, we're not us |
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We're not us, anymore |
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We're not us |
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We're not us, anymore |
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W'ere not us |
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We're not us |
