| (I still don’t know what I’m doing…
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| Fuck!)
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| Troubles coming for the free men
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| We shake them, shake them with the free hand
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| So stand tall, shout out with me
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| Do your dirty work without me
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| Say you’re best when no one can see
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| Stand up, catch fire with me
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| (This kid, this kid, this kid, this kid, this kid)
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| This kid’s not alright
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| This kid’s not alright
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| This kid’s not alright
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| But this kid’s not alright
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| I’ve been sleeping with these
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| I’ve been sleeping with these thoughts, man
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| I’ve been contemplating singing them
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| So stand up, catch fire with me
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| (This kid, this kid, this kid, this kid, this kid)
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| You can follow them to hell
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| This kid’s not alright
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| This kid’s not alright
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| This kid’s not alright
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| But this kid’s not alright
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| I’m scared, I may derail
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| You can follow them to hell
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| You can follow them to hell
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| You can follow them to hell
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| You can follow them to hell
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| You can follow them to hell
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| This kid’s not alright
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| You can follow them to hell
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| This kid’s not alright
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| You can follow them to hell
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| This kid’s not alright
|
| You can follow them to hell
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| But this kid’s not alright |