| Degenerate things with our degenerate friends
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| Smoking too much and drinking from a bottle that never ends
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| Judging no one for nothing
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| Don’t give a damn about who you are
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| Every one of us with something that left us with scars
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| Raise your glass
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| A toast to everyone like me
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| Product of judging and hate crossed environment
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| Pending on what everyone else believes
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| Always the hard way
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| They say that we’re dreamers
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| We curse at them they’re wrong
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| Cause we’ve seen it, we’ve touched it
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| The very thing that keeps us from knots
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| With the weight of the world coming down from above your shoulders
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| And you’re broke, and everybody knows it
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| But you don’t want to expose it
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| With our pipe dreams, our torn jeans, our life scars
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| Don’t need your bullshit cause we know who we are
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| Degenerates pressured with the need to fit in
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| Constantly put in a small box of comparison
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| But hey, we don’t give a damn
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| We don’t need a hand
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| We’re doing just fine
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| Kick another can, sell another scam
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| Just to get us by
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| Always the hard way
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| And we’ve sold our souls to buy our days
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| Yeah we don’t live like you
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| And we don’t care about the things that you want us to
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| Glasses up degenerates
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| Glasses up my friends
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| Here’s to every piece of shit that’s ever done us in
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| With our pipe dreams, our torn jeans
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| Don’t need your bullshit cause we know who we are
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| Always the hard way |