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something breaks inside of you |
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with the spectacle of all the shows |
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with fifteen fights and your six bucks |
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has gone up some promoters nose |
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jaded eyes see clearly but only half of whats there |
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good old days are left behind whats left is boredom and despair |
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but sometimes every once in a while |
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its beautiful I would say, I wouldn't have it any other way |
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if I said different it would be a lie |
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what was once rebellion is now clearly just a social sect |
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but are you just upset because your own social clique has left |
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leave when you want because I know that someday I will too |
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but I wont burn my bridges and be just another jaded fool |
