| i awoke to a threat that was empty, and a grandstand of i’m not through with
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| you yet
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| a slamming door becomes my punctuation
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| i escape for a thrill ride with my friends, they agree to be temporary guardians
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| man, it’s so appreciated, summer day intoxicated
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| with those who can relate, 2 months, a day, a wakeup
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| drink it down, dear brother, their generation smothers you
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| and we’ll leave no trail to discover
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| build a callus sister, they’re generation blisters
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| another wakeup with the morning hung over, we gonna pack up or waste another
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| killer day
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| then our heads exploded, overload when we decide
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| hello… we’re so out of here, hitchhike to Canada with backpacks full of cigarettes and beer
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| man, it’s so appreciated, summer day intoxicated
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| with those who can relate, 2 months, a day, a wakeup
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| drink it down, dear brother.
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| listen up dear father, your generation bothers me and i’ll leave you to grieve
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| with my mother
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| build a callus sister, they’re generation blisters
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| now empty your bottles and open the throttles, there’s plenty of fighting ahead
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| those fists weren’t made for resting your head
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| shield your eyes, dear mother, from the pain that hovers
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| round the mess of a man you’ve uncovered
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| drink it down, dear brother…
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| we’ll blister |