| Everybody piled in the back of a beat up truck
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| Ridin' down the road with the radio up
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| I got my arm around my girl with a farmer’s tan
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| All my boys shaking up them cans
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| Twelve pack of spray paint, taking it too far
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| We’re doing it our way
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| Leaving our mark down the halls, on the walls, in the bathroom stalls
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| Underneath that freight train bridge that we jumped off
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| We wrote «Long live the kings and queens of this city»
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| Small-town famous, our names in graffiti
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| Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti
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| Just a little something to remember us by
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| Like our very own Hollywood sign
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| Our story’s spread around, word of mouth, town to town
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| Even now, still talk about, still talk about
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| Leaving our mark down the halls, on the walls, in the bathroom stalls
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| Underneath that freight train bridge that we jumped off
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| We wrote «Long live the kings and queens of this city»
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| Small-town famous, our names in graffiti
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| Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti
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| We still got the crown
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| It was more than just a memory
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| Forever going down
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| In water tower history
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| In the halls, on the walls, in the bathroom stalls
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| Underneath that freight train bridge that we jumped off
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| We wrote «Long live the kings and queens of this city»
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| Small-town famous, our names in graffiti
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| This town is ours, cross our hearts
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| Keep our secrets safe
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| Never tell, yeah we swear
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| Take it to our graves
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| To all the jocks and the punks
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| The freaks and the hippies
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| Yeah we’re small town famous, our names in graffiti
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| Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti
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| Yeah we’re small town famous, our names in graffiti
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| Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti
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| Long live the kings and queens of this city
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| Small-town famous, our names in graffiti
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| Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti, graffiti |