| You put quarters in the juke box to complain about the songs
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| You used to be supportive now you’re telling us we’re wrong
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| But nothing’s really changed, we’re still a bunch of kids
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| Still singing nothing fucking different than we ever did
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| Still playing for the kids
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| But why should I be justifying what we try to do
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| To somebody who sits around talking shit like you
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| You try to so hard to segregate
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| The kids who still participate in what you claim to be part of
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| You eliminate it
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| Divide and seal our fate
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| Elite few
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| Who needs you?
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| Elite few
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| The Maine punx are everywhere, in every fucking state
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| It’s all the kids who refuse to live how their fucking peers dictate
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| It’s all the kids out getting shit for how they look and how they think
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| That’s why we’re all still singing it, and anyone can join in
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| You missed the fucking point |