| Fifteen kids in a pickup truck your Chucks, a case of beer
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| Pack of Luckys, jeans rolled up your one way out of here
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| Heard them on a compilation we traded in the mail
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| Been waiting such a long time tonight we cannot fail
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| On the way to a matinee a Sunday hardcore show
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| They played it loud, they played it fast most folks don’t want to know
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| Dancing hard, skank and slam the action never ends
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| Stagedive, kick, jump and flip pig pile on all your friends
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| We had each other
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| Things are different today
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| We’ve still got each other and the glory never fades away
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| The glory never fades away
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| If you didn’t get the flier then you weren’t in the know
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| GBH, Agnostic Front see you at the show
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| Time to hit mom’s pocket book four bucks you’re in the door
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| Minor Threat, the Bad Brains who could ask for more?
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| The last band has played the show is done the kids have all gone home
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| Your ears ring, your body aches you’re once again alone
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| Beaten, bruised and bloodied never made us turn away
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| Next weekend they’ll be more great bands at the Sunday matinee
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| We had each other
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| Things are different today
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| We’ve still got each other and the glory never fades away
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| The glory never fades away
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| And the glory never fades away
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| The glory never fades away
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| We had each other
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| Things are different today
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| We’ve still got each other and the glory never fades away
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| We had each other
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| Things are different today
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| We’ve still got each other and the glory never fades away
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| The glory never fades away
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| Stagedive, kick, jump and flip pig pile on all your friends |