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Tonight, we'll make moments because it's all that we've got |
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This is gutter bravado |
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This is our punk rock |
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I'm starting from scratch and there is no pretense |
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This is romance |
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This is called love for the workers in song |
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Keep us holding on |
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Heaven sent relief for those of us who still believe |
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In the therapy and the merit of screaming |
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Reckless anthems of youth until our throats give out |
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Burning down the highway in a broken down van |
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Seeing the world through said go nowhere dead end |
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We are famous |
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We are brave |
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And our words will change the world |
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Today we'll tear open the heartland |
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Our amps go to eleven and our hearts will beat forever |
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So here we are, three thousand miles from home |
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We're all in this together and I never feel alone |
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Songs are made for singing |
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Leave loose ends be |
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Looting super centers cooking in truck stop microwaves |
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Sleeping on bottles of piss and the floors of the gracious |
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This is our life and it's so glamorous |
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From here on out it's all disappointment |
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From here on out it's all compromise |
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We are ugly but we have the music |
