| Someone please!
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| Please write a script that’s made for me
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| That appeals to people listening to this CD
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| I got a wish, I got a wish
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| That all of this was something special
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| I need a drink, I need a pill
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| No wait, I was over two years sober
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| But this guy, he said that I was on drugs
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| I should give some money to that bitch
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| Or I could just get a real fucking job
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| I am a prick, look at me go
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| I can get lucky playing some shows, I’m a bitch
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| I’ma go get some new expensive shit
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| Oh man I hurt
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| Emotions they suck
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| But I’ll just tell people, «I don’t give a fuck about that shit»
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with me, man
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with me
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| Rancid is the sound of my voice
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| Croaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
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| Singing along with their dying concern
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| Rancid is the sound of my voice
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| Croaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
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| Singing along with their dying concern to my bullshit
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| Where did our honor go?
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| I think I know
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| We’ve all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties
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| Where did my money go?
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| I spent it on blow
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| You know that I fucked all my homies' ho’s
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| Where did our morals go?
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| I left them in Cabo
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| My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
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| Who has a plan?
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| We hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors
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| The weak are the liars, the strong think too much
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| I am too cynical to say I don’t give a fuck
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| The weak are the liars, the strong think too much
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| I am too cynical to say I don’t give a fuck
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| I need money
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| I need clothes
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| I need women
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| I need blow
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| Something is very fucking wrong
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| Resting your head on your best friend’s sister’s shoulder
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| Your mother’s job is to fuck all your neighbors
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| Bodies thrusting to the beat of our shame
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| Where did our honor go?
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| I think I know
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| We’ve all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties
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| Where did my money go?
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| I spent it on blow
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| You know that I fucked all my homies' ho’s
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| Where did our morals go?
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| I left them in Cabo
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| My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
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| Who has a plan?
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| We hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors
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| Give my regards to all you shady fucks
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| Thorn in my fucking side
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| Loyalty
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| Honesty
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| Trust
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| Respect
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| Humility
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| Sincerity
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| We are all so full of fucking shit
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| We are all so full of fucking shit
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| Part 2
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| Oh girl, you’ve got me in your hands
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| You are everything girl, no one turns you on
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| Look with sound, I see the yellow tune
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| It’s weeping for you and me
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| For you and me, no echo sound
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| Uneasy hearts weigh the most
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| Oh, uneasy hearts they weigh the most
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| Uneasy hearts weigh the most
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| Oh, uneasy hearts they weigh the most
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| Maybe I could find a place for you
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| With all the things you do, I have no clue, watching you
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| Lately I have been hoping to
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| Think of what to say
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| What a day to go far away
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| Uneasy hearts weigh the most
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| (Uneasy hearts, they weigh the most)
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| Oh, uneasy hearts weigh the most
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| (Oh uneasy hearts, they weigh the most)
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| Uneasy hearts weigh the most
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| (Uneasy hearts)
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| Oh, uneasy hearts weigh the most |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song People You Know , by - Dance Gavin Dance. Song from the album Dance Gavin Dance, in the genre Пост-хардкор