| She didn’t have to try, she really caught my eye
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| With the glint of metal coming from her face
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| She is my punk rock queen, angry but never mean
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| It takes a lot to make her draw her mace
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| We are so underground, we are both really down
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| No one would think to question our street cred
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| I love that she can’t wait, she wants to smash the state
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| The kind of cop she likes is one that’s dead
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| We’re mad at the world and the stars up above
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| In the perfect world that I’m dreaming of
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| There’d be bureaucrats drowning in capitalist blood
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| And you and I in love, punk rock love
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| I read his Chomsky books, he reads all my Bell Hooks
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| Anarcho-feminism is the solution
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| I love that his hair is blue, we have the same tattoo
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| We are both waiting for the revolution
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| Meanwhile we go see bands, we are the biggest fans
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| I love how he sings along to Anti-Flag
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| He makes me feel alive, we protest side by side
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| I love how those tear-gas tears bring out his eyes
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| Love is always such a fragile thing
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| And who knows what the future might bring
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| But I know that we can see it through
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| I’ll always be true, punk rock love |