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Oh my god there's scenesters everywhere |
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With their hair gel and their vintage t-shirts |
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Why didn't the Shins come to Phoenix? |
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And why didn't Mirah come to Phoenix? |
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Because the modified is too small |
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And the marquis is too big |
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And the complex is rightfully dead |
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And the hipsters with their snide comments and aversion to applause |
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Oh my god hardcore kids everywhere |
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With their hair gel and their color green |
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How do they look so good while their convictions remain so strong? |
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Because their hair gel that they use isn't tested on animals |
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And their swallow tattoos are ****ing lame |
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And cocaine is essentially vegan |
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And they don't give a **** anyway |
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They're so vain, and yes, this song is about them |
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Oh my god post-hardcore kids everywhere |
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With their violence and pomposity |
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So ****ing straightedge getting high off of self-righteousness |
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And praying to a sideways cross |
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So urban, so infantile, so angry, so young, and so poor |
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They don't need to use a crutch 'cuz they've got the wheelchair |
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Oh my god there's assholes everywhere |
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Pretentious ****ing assholes everywhere |
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Oh my god there's assholes everywhere |
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Pretentious judgmental assholes everywhere |
