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I am the pain that bleeds through your temples |
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Every morning when you wake up |
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I am the boy with alcohol poisoning |
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From all the parties Chris would throw |
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That summer that they took us in |
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Like every other American |
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For getting drunk in back of the Lion's Club |
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Waiting for the shitty bands to finish up |
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Then some kids played hacky sack |
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while the others just got high |
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It's not hard to fall for a waitress |
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When you both smoke |
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Smoke the same cigarettes |
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You'll get seated as diners lovers |
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You'll get the check as friends for the better |
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You'll carve your names into the Paupack Cliffs |
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Just read them when you get old enough to know |
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that happiness is just a moment |
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So I'm marching up to your gates today |
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To throw my lonely soul away |
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'Cause I don't need it |
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You can take it back |
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And they will make examples out of us |
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Like when they caught you in the CVS parking lot |
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But I fed the liars |
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Everything I got in my cabinet brain |
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of canned thoughts |
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Everything I've got |
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It was everything I've got |
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In my cabinet brain |
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So I'm marching up to your gates today |
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To throw my lonely soul away |
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'Cause I don't need it |
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You can take it back |
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Yeah I don't need it |
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You can take it back |
