| I’d love to never think again
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| 'Bout money, 'bout a purpose, 'bout my friends
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| I’m not finding any joy in comparison
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| Everywhere I look another dead end
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| Only, only good boys
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| That’s a rat race like they give us no choice
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| We could die young, what are we waiting for?
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| Not getting outside, when we could bang down the door
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| When we could bang down the door
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| When we could bang down the door
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| Everthing’s on fire bad luck
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| While we stadning line on the circle
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| Got Mr. Die-Long-Time-Ago
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| Still not getting outside when we could bang down the door
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| When we could bang down the door
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| When we could bang down the door
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| Could you tell me anything’s more American?
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| I’m telling everybody that they should stay out politics
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| Only pointing out the fire and the smoke
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| This soft kick
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| Only, only good boys
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| That’s a rat race like they give us no choice
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| We could die young, what are we waiting for?
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| Not getting outside, when we could bang down the door
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| When we could bang down the door
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| When we could bang down the door
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| When we could bang down the door
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| When we could bang down the door
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| It’s getting harder every day to keep a
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| Everything’s on fire world’s oblivion |