| The skate park is only fifteen minutes on the way
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| And there is nothing I would rather do on this terrible fucking day
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| Than break break break my my bones
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| And feel the pain of self improvement
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| It’s not your job to make everybody happy
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| You don’t have to answer to anyone or anybody
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| Just stick stick stick to your guns
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| And don’t quit until you feel like changing them
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| And it’s a sin and a shame
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| To keep yourself from knowing
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| The things that make you beautiful and complete
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| And we lie to ourselves
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| We can feel our insides rotting
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| When the world should be bowing at our feet
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| At our feet
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| Stick stick stick to your guns
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| And don’t quit until you feel like changing them
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| Stick stick stick to your guns
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| And don’t quit until you feel like changing them
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| Stick stick stick to your guns
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| And don’t quit until you feel like changing them |