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Everyone cover your ears |
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I'm singing a song again |
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I've not been ordained |
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By the proper punk rock authorities, yea |
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Write me a letter today |
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If I don't return it |
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It says nothing about our friendship |
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Laced contents, honest please |
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I know one in a million is what honest means |
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Look at bands |
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They can dress quite fancily |
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I'm sure you've sold more records than me |
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Go false and forth with trickery |
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Be devoured by the world hungrily |
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Everyone cover your ears |
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I'm singing a song again |
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I've not been ordained |
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By the proper punk rock authorities, yea |
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Look at bands |
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They can dress quite fancily |
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I'm sure you've sold more records than me |
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Go false and forth with trickery |
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It'll lick its fingers happily |
