| Went back to clean my closet out
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| The folks finally decided to try and sell the house
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| And the bands on all my shirts
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| Had all since broken up or
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| Adopted a more commercial sound
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| I can’t blame them I guess
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| Still threw them in the trash
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| (Don't you ever wish)
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| Our generation
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| Made anything worth saving
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| Made anything to last
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| Longer than the life of a match
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| One by one the old gang crumbled
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| Pressed out of the East Bay
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| Exiled to LA
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| Where we waited on a drummer
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| To show up at the strip club
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| In the strip mall after his other gig
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| Some kid with a million hits
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| Whose name I forget
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| (Well don’t you ever wish)
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| Our generation
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| Made anything worth saving
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| Made anything to last
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| Longer than the life of a match
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| I guess I just don’t get
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| What makes Kanye the best
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| (But don’t you ever wish)
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| That the backing tracks would crash
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| And the crowd would look up from their phones
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| To find out if the singer could sing a note
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| Or better yet if what he said gave a voice to feelings
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| I didn’t know myself how to express
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| I get it now I guess
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| We’re all frustrated and we just wish
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| Our generation
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| Had anything worth saying
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| Made anything to last
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| Longer than the life of a match
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| Yeah don’t you ever wish
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| Our generation
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| Made anything worth saving
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| Made anything to last
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| Longer than the life of a match
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| Yeah |