| We were young, we were punks forever
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| Yeah we thought we were fuckin' clever
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, ohh
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| You know
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| Apathy like a suit of armor
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| Blow a kiss to the tragic glamour
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, ohh
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| You know
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| Sneakin' around to the parties (parties)
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| Tapin' our hands to the forties (oh, yeah)
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| Everybody gettin' faded
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| Gettin' faded, celebrated (oh, oh, oh)
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| Mixin' the Jack with Bacardi (ayy)
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| Prayin' the bar doesn’t card me (ayy)
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| Everybody feeling weightless
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| Get your feet back off the ground
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Little cracks underneath the pressure
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| Cigarettes burnin' out together
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| You know
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| On the edge but we all knew better
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| Cause in the end nothin' really matters
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| No
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| Sneakin' around to the parties (parties)
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| Tapin' our hands to the forties (ooh)
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| Everybody gettin' faded
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| Gettin' faded, celebrated (oh, oh, oh)
|
| Mixin' the Jack with Bacardi (ayy)
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| Prayin' the bar doesn’t card me (ayy)
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| Everybody feeling weightless
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| Get your feet back off the ground
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| Ooh (ayy)
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| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ooh
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| Oh, oh
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| In the day, yeah
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| Punks
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| Sneakin' around to the parties (parties)
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| Tapin' our hands to the forties (oh, yeah)
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| Everybody gettin' faded
|
| Gettin' faded, celebrated (oh, oh, oh)
|
| Mixin' the Jack with Bacardi
|
| Prayin' the bar doesn’t card me
|
| Everybody feeling weightless
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| Get your feet back off the ground
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| Ooh
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| You and me, you and me, you and me, you and me
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| Yeah, we used to be punks
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| 'Cause back in the day
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| You and me, you and me, you and me, you and me
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| Yeah, we used to be punks, punks
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| Ooh
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| Ooh |