| Here we are
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| Half past dead on Friday night
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| In a bar
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| Serving up confidence and fights
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| You were right when you told me I was wrong
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| When I said trends as sick as these never last long
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| And all the boys celebrate they’re gender victory
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| And the girls celebrate defeat
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| sSomething’s wrong with this one
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| Something’s wrong with this one
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| I can’t be the first one with the strength to curse my generation
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| Something’s wrong
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| There’s something wrong with me
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| Not to say that I know any more than you
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| But at least I can admit to care is the hardest thing we do
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| You were right when you told me I was wrong
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| When I said we’d only be blinded for so long
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| Something’s wrong with this one
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| Something’s wrong with this one
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| I can’t be the first one with the strength to curse my generation
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| Something’s wrong
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| Before you leave and close your tab
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| Raise your glass to the death of the generation gap
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| Unless of course you’ve got other plans
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| Who do you think you are?
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| And how’d you ever get this way
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| Putting lust above humanity and calling it ok
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| You were wrong when you told me I was right
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| When I said pleasure comes in ways you can’t define
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| Something’s wrong with this one
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| Something’s wrong with this one
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| I can’t be the first one with the strength to curse my generation
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| Something’s wrong
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| Something’s wrong
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| Something’s wrong
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| Is something wrong with me? |