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That is gonna come to meet us |
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Every guy that wished and fell |
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I got a brand new apartment |
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On the other side of Poway Hill |
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Every kid is dreading Monday |
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Ice is on my window sill |
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Waiting for a brand new skateboard |
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I'm waiting for a bit of skill |
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Tommy want a punk-rock weekend |
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And Tommy need a new guitar |
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Tommy ain't a high school drop out |
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Who kicked out of high school |
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I'm holding my head is gonna blow up my mind |
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Wake shot up these words |
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I've got quite a bit grey |
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Like they were yesterday |
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We were on our way |
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When the songs do their thing |
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And we singing |
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Suburban kings they will die but will rise up again |
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Like little kids they will fight til they all get their way |
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And make the most of themselves |
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But we sound the alarm |
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Like they jumped straight out of Hell |
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A freaking hydrogen bomb |
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Bombs away |
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You gotta get the rules and break them |
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This house is getting out of hand |
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Mother's got a thing for praying |
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But God is gonna hate my band |
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Tommy wants a life of purpose |
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Tommy has some dreams to plan |
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I drive to that shit apartment |
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I'm gonna build a punk-rock band |
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I'm holding my head is gonna blow up my mind |
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Wake shot up these words |
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I've got quite a bit grey |
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Like they were yesterday |
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We were on our way |
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When the ships stop at lair |
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And we woke up the hell |
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Suburban kings they will die but will rise up one day |
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Like little kids they will fight til they all get their way |
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And make the most of themselves |
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But we sound the alarm |
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Like they jumped straight out of Hell |
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A freaking hydrogen bomb |
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Suburban kings they will die |
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But will rise up one day |
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With steady wings they will fly |
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From up and out of their cage |
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We show the worst of themselves |
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We must sound the alarm |
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These kids, they jumped out of Hell |
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A freaking hydrogen bomb |
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Bombs away |
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Suburban kings they will die but will rise up one day |
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Like little kids they will fight til they all get their way |
|
And make the most of themselves |
|
But we sound the alarm |
|
Like they jumped straight out of Hell |
|
A freaking hydrogen bomb |
|
Suburban kings they will die |
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But will rise up one day |
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With steady wings they will fly |
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From up and out of their cage |
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We show the worst of themselves |
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We must sound the alarm |
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These kids, they jumped out of Hell |
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A freaking hydrogen bomb |
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Bombs away |