| It’s time
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| For a new understanding
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| If you’re one of the many
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| Who the family’s let go
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| Hold on
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| Stay together, we’re crashin'
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| Sellin' fake hits of acid
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| To a college asshole
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| I can tell that I disgust
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| Ugly old faces I see
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| You call us mallrats; |
| the town
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| Is callous to the kids on the street
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| Kids on the street
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| Kids on the street
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| Kids on the street, yeah
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| I know
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| Like an animal’s knowledge
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| What you’ll never acknowledge
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| And prefer to ignore
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| I go
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| Like a brick through a window
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| There may be no tomorrow
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| I don’t care anymore
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| Here I am, I ruined your wall
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| Talk responsibility
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| Ugliness, mallrats, the town
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| Is callous to the kids on the street
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| Kids on the street
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| Kids on the street
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| Kids on the street
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| All the kids on the street
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| Smarmy people, I’d like to blow them all away
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| Vacant faces and a language of cliches
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| Hypocrites aspiring to be all the same
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| I will act on all my dreams
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| And I’ll take things to extremes
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| This time
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| Of a new understanding
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| With the darkness descending
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| And your money all gone
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| I will hang tough
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| Making weirdness a virtue
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| I will never desert you
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| In your quest for the dawn
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| I can tell that I disgust
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| Ugly old faces I see
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| You call us mallrats; |
| the town
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| Is callous to the kids on the street
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| Kids on the street
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| Kids on the street
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| Kids on the street
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| All the kids on the street
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| All the kids on the street
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| All the kids on the street |