| Remember the days we would drink on the train
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| On our way to the show, Chicago
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| Naked Raygun live at the Cabaret Metro
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| Ten bucks to get into a fight you can’t win
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| Boots and braces, yellow laces
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| Oxblood traces of the night before
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| We are forgotten young suburbia
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| Loose on the streets of California
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| Underneath fluorescent lights
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| We’ll waste the best nights of our life
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| Fuck this place, let’s put up a parking lot
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| (Na, na na, na na, na na
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| Na, na na, na na, na na)
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| Fuck this place, let’s put up a parking lot
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| I can’t wait 'til I’m off of work
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| I’ll meet my friends at the Target curb
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| I rolled my ankle, Matt just broke his wrist
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| I climbed through your window at 3am
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| We listened to The Smiths and The Violent Femmes
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| Yeah, we both sang, «Why can’t I get one kiss?»
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| We are forgotten young suburbia
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| Loose on the streets of California
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| Underneath fluorescent lights
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| We’ll waste the best nights of our life
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| Fuck this place, let’s put up a parking lot
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| We are the broken, no end in sight
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| We’re the forgotten soldiers you left behind
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| There’s no use trying, we lost the war
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| Now the dead and dying are back to even the score
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| We are forgotten young suburbia
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| Loose on the streets of California
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| Underneath fluorescent lights
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| We’ll waste the best nights of our life
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| Fuck this place, let’s put up a parking lot
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| Na, na na, na na, na na
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| Na, na na, na na, na na
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| Fuck this place, let’s put up a parking lot |