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I bet you twenty pounds if you knew ten years ago |
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How pretty you'd turn out then |
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You'd never have gotten your ears pierced |
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But I never got my ears pierced and look how I turned out |
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And the last time that you tried listening to music |
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And reading fiction at the same time |
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You never finished the chapter but you finished |
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The song with your chin on your knees, like you belong |
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And I never cared about Henry Rollins |
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Amelia Fletcher never meant anything to me |
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But the International Tweexcore Underground |
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Will save us all |
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Getting the laptop fixed by a professional |
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Doesn't make me a pawn and stamping harder |
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On your FX pedal, won't make you feel any better any more |
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Oh, you said we've gotta bite the hand that feeds |
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But I was sucking seductively on the fingertips of a civil servant |
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Said, how you gonna bring the state down |
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When you're propping it up? |
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With daytime radio |
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And skimmed milk and soppy bows |
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Just 'cause you're scared to be alone |
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And I never cared about Ian MacKaye |
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Calvin Johnson never meant anything to me |
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But the International Tweexcore Underground |
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Will save us all |
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Ooh, this city is run by fucking pigs |
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And though you say you're my friend |
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You're not, you're one of them |
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And I never cared about whatever |
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Sarah Records never meant anything to me |
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But the International Tweexcore Underground |
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Will save us all |
