| 1994, f*cked up on listerine
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| Smoked anything we got our hands on
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| Loved anyone we got our lips on
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| Made excuses to not like green day
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| But we wore the tape out anyway
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| What our friends don’t know won’t hurt them
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| Of course they were doing the same thing
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| I apologize for bringing up the past
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| I don’t wanna relive, I don’t wanna rehash
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| I apologize if I’m boring you to death
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| I don’t wanna reincarnate
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| I don’t wanna bring it back
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| I wanna make something more than 1994
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| Forget about the hit or miss
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| Our naivety was bliss
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| 1994, f*cked up on listerine
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| Smoked anything we got our hands on
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| Loved anyone we got our lips on
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| Made excuses to not like anything
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| But we wore the world out anyway
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| What our friends don’t know won’t hurt them
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| Of course they were doing the same thing |