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You're not punk, and |
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I'm telling everyone. |
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Save your breath, |
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I never was one. |
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You don't know what |
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I'm all about. |
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Like killing cops and reading |
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Kerouac. My enemies are all too familiar. |
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They're the ones who used to call me friend. |
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I'm coloring outside your guidelines. |
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I was passing out when you were passing out your rules. |
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One. Two. |
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Three. Four. |
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Who's punk what's the score? |
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Got a friend. |
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Her name is |
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Boxcar. Cigarettes and beer in |
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El Sob. Her hair was blue, now it's green. |
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I like her mind. |
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She hates the scene. |
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My enemies are all too familiar. |
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They're the ones who used to call me friend. |
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I'm coloring outside your guidelines. |
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I was passing out when you were passing out your rules. |
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One. Two. |
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Three. Four. |
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Who's punk what's the score? |
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You're all alone. |
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You're all alone. |
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You're all alone. |
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You're on your own. |
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You're all alone. |
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You're all alone. |
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You're all alone. |
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You're on your own. |
