| We’re finding out some scummy fuck, just threw it in a 15 year old
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| I mean come on man, is that the life you want?
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| And they’re tearing up these dead end blocks
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| Revealing all the shit we wished we forgot
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| In the shadow of this careless urban sprawl
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| My friends and I we’re all fucked on the inside
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| (My friends and I we’re all fucked on the inside)
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| My friends and I we’re all fucked on the inside
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| But we don’t let it run our lives
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| (One day) I’ll cough all of this shit out of my lungs
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| From second hand smoke in all night restaurants
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| (They'll be) Up in arms over all the shit we’ve done
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| Cause we’re getting out
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| We’re fucking gone
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| Caustic suburban sense of humor’s gotten me in trouble
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| More than a few times
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| We’re singing «Lucky» by Little League and
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| Fucking up until we get this right
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| Just 'cause we’re down, doesn’t mean we’ve gotta stay there
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| This fucking town is like a ship gone under water
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| And we’ll all drown unless we cut ties to the anchor
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| We’d get swallowed here
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| (One day) I’ll cough all of this shit out of my lungs
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| From second hand smoke in all night restaurants
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| (They'll be) Up in arms over all the shit we’ve done
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| Cause we’re getting out
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| We’re fucking gone
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| So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey
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| So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey
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| So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey
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| So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey
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| So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey
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| So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey
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| So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey
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| So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey
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| So chin up, so chin up, drown a little slower hey
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| So chin up, so chin up, drown a little slower hey
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| So chin up, so chin up, drown a little slower hey
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| So chin up, so chin up
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| Cause I’m bad at staying calm
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| And I know this town’s a time bomb
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| And we’ve been dragging our feet too long, too long
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| We’ve been sinking all along
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| And we’re gone, we’re gone, and we’re gone
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| (One day) I’ll cough all of this shit out of my lungs
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| From second hand smoke in all night restaurants
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| (They'll be) Up in arms over all the shit we’ve done
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| Cause we’re getting out… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You're not Salinger. Get over It. , by - The Wonder Years. Song from the album Sleeping on Trash: A Collection of Songs Recorded 2005-2010, in the genre Панк