| Have you ever noticed things grow sour?
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| Just when it was getting good, new bands every hour
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| Then you have to go and call it dead
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| And ruin it for everyone who just began to bend
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| I won’t let you say what’s right and wrong
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| I won’t let you tell me when it’s done
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| I don’t care if you were the first one
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| I’m not going to let you spoil my fun
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| Just because you said it first doesn’t give you the last word
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| You were screaming then and everybody heard
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| Everybody, everybody
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| Now you just moan, the energy is gone
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| Just when it was getting good
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| What went wrong?
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| Now I can see something has changed
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| You no longer speak for us like in your «days»
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| From nothing to fame and back in your time
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| Makes me wonder what’s on your mind
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| Now I can see you’re no different from me
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| Same confusing thoughts that get you all mixed up
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| Fun is fun, but what has changed?
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| «Nothing» is what I’m trying to say
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| Fun is fun is fun is fun is fun is fun is fun is fun
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| And we don’t need anyone to show us how it’s done
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| Never
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| I’m not going to live by rules
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| I will never be your fool
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| Because I know I’ve got to try
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| To make my mark before I die |