| And your pavement scrape my knees. |
| And the next time I get up and try leaving
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| town
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| Shoot my fucking plane to the ground.
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| I saw new things in the same old town
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| That year after I decided being dead inside wasn’t an option.
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| I think I can be too romantic.
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| Yeah I think I was just too romantic.
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| I see life alive in so many peoples eyes.
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| Let’s hope we won’t be dead inside.
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| I see life alive in so many peoples eyes.
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| Let’s hope we won’t be dead inside.
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| Even though it’s warm down here.
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| Don’t let it lull us to sleep.
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| I think I can be too romantic.
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| Yeah I think I was just too romantic.
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| Streets gentrified like it’s no problem.
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| Boys in bands still singing about killing their girlfriends.
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| People leave communities while their still struggling.
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| Come on everybody sing along, we’re to blame.
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| Punks start dealing with their own white privilige.
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| We tell all the boys to stop being so aggressive.
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| Actually giving a shit about the place we live in.
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| Come on everybody sing along, let’s fix this.
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| I see life alive in many peoples eyes. |