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there's no reply quite as wise as yours |
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filled with philosophy and metaphors |
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and a thousand words that i never new existed |
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oh tell me how you ever became so gifted |
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excuse me if i like the common (??) |
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but you're never wrong and it's getting really old |
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oh the poster kids when it comes down to it |
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spend alot of time but there ain't much to it |
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you hate me |
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and i'm sick of you |
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oh the poster kids got alot to say |
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they'll prove you wrong in every way |
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you hate me |
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and i'm sick of you |
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well i'm stupid 'cause i got a few beliefs |
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what makes you sure i wanna hear your beefs |
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about why there's no god and what punk really stands for |
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oh doin' this all day must make your eyes sore |
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excuse me if my leader's not some twit |
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but you'll never know 'cause you're so sure of it |
