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Does it make a difference if we play punk rock, |
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And unlock the mysteries of hardcore and walk around the block, |
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In trendy clothes, pretending to be superstars, or younger than we are? |
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We just want to play drums, bass and guitar. |
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No make-up, nothing bizarre, |
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Vocals but no stories from a far. |
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Still we gather more power in our hands, |
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Than your collection of one thousand bands |
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And you know that. |
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They can't keep us down. |
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Still around adding something new to the sound. |
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Even if we go half speed, |
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Still delivering songs that people need, |
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To get through their lives. |
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So we move between the sharpest knives, |
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Ready to cut us down, |
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Try to deprive us all from what we need to survive, |
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But you know that. |
