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You look worse in the afternoon |
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When the light fades into your skin |
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You spend too much time indoors shouting "Fake!" at the walls |
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I thought, I thought that wars were fought for this |
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I guess, I guess, I guess we lost |
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At least we know where we stand |
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So you raise your middle finger to the garage rock |
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Like zombies are crawling out over the top |
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How your girlfriend is convinced but you are not |
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Until the garage rock assimilates |
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So you raise your middle finger to the garage rock |
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Like zombies are crawling out over the top |
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Whole worlds are destroyed, all hope is lost |
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Until the garage rock assimilates |
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I see the girls at your shows |
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They wear their battles in their hair |
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You spend too much time indoors shouting "Fake!" at the walls |
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I thought, I thought that wars were fought for this |
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I guess, I guess, I guess we lost |
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At least you know where you stand |
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So you raise your middle finger to the garage rock |
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Like zombies are crawling out over the top |
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How your girlfriend is convinced but you are not |
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Until the garage rock assimilates |
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So you raise your middle finger to the garage rock |
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Like zombies are crawling out over the top |
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Whole worlds are destroyed but yours is not |
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Until the garage rock assimilates |
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So I raise my middle finger to the garage rock |
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As the zombies are coming |
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Wave upon wave of inelegant slave |
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Inadequate vampires with sharp teeth and sharp shoes |
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And we're slayin'! |
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Good nights out a numbers game, |
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Stumble around like the 99th clone of myself |
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I'm a wreck and your girlfriend is no help |
