| Someday you will look back in fear
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| On all the time that you spent here
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| And at that moment
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| You’ll wish you hadn’t spent
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| All your book money on beer
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| Your friends are high, your grades are low
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| Couldn’t shake a stick at what you know
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| But when it comes to blood alcohol
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| You get a 4.0
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| Your eyes are red
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| Your lungs are black
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| Stabbed us all right in the back
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| How could you sell out like that
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| Try to fit in with everyone
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| If you don’t drink in the dorms
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| Then you’re no fun
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| You swore true til death
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| But you’re still young
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| Not even true til twenty-one
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| When you went to school
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| I learned for sure
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| If you aren’t now you never were
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| And if you have a single conviction
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| You don’t know what it’s for
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| Your eyes are red
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| Your lungs are black
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| Stabbed us all right in the back
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| How could you sell out like that
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| To see the bands you never go
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| You don’t support the bands
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| You used to know
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| Here’s a hint in case you’re slow
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| Lollapalooza is not a show
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| You lost the edge
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| and that’s not the worst
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| The sad thing is you’re not the first
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| Our friendship’s done, it really hurts
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| But maybe I could have
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| All of your old shirts
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| Your Wide Awake record
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| and Chung King too
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| They can’t be worth that much to you
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| Maybe this is not so bad
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| Because now i own
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| all the things you had
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| You swore you’d be edge to eternity
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| But now you’re pledging a fraternity
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| Your eyes are red
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| Your lungs are black
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| Stabbed us all right in the back
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| How could you sell out like that |