| Witness a jaded town
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| Got some champagne for a forty ounce frown
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| I’ve worked my theories through
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| Already half dead and nothing more to lose
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| Forget now what we’ve got
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| And all your Old Stories celebratin wounds
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| I’ve heard enough of «those days are gone»
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| Because there’s never time to play the fool
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| Come on, kill the lights with troublemake
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| Come on, smash the light and celebrate
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| Let’s tie a yellow ribbon around the necks
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| Of the motherfuckers living for the giving in Move with the rogue set choking out the radio
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| A thousand voices booming out in stereo
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| From top to bottom knock them down like dominoes
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| Why wake up in the past
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| With well-framed pages from the book of rules
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| I’ve heard enough of «where were you then»
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| Because I don’t give a shit about collecting dues
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| I saw it coming now it happens all the time
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| First you had a D.I.Y. |
| chip on your shoulder
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| Now you got an ego fifty fanzines wide
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| Don’t give me those eyes
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| That confidence you’re selling I won’t but
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| Maybe the costume fits
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| But the script’s still shit. |