| We work and slave the day away.
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| We’re raised in perfect families.
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| We fucking fight like vagabonds.
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| We dance like fucking animals.
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| Don’t stop, the band is coming on.
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| Rude boys and punks will shout along.
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| Police cars bring 'cuffs and loaded guns.
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| Kids scream, but laughing as they run.
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| I hope, do you wanna let go?
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| 'Cause this is home.
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| Gun shots, the punks are rioting.
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| The stage is slowly crumbling.
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| Smash doors, and try to stay alive.
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| A few drinks in the low of broken lights.
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| Go hide and call the cavalry.
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| Lets dance in perfect harmony.
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| Get close, the crowd will come apart.
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| That girl will try to make you hard.
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| I hope, do you wanna let go?
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| Do you wanna’this time?
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| I hope you wanna’let go.
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| 'Cause this is home. |