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From my tape deck there's a recklessness |
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Inflections of the world we want |
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All my friends, my rusty truck |
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We're just specks of love, directionless |
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Call this band just what we want |
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We can change the name from month to month |
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Four guitars and zero drums |
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We sounded folk but we wanted to be punk |
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In a world post punk |
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My friend had an old guitar |
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He took some lessons didn't get very far |
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An Ibanez with one knob stuck |
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Said, "You can have that thing for fifty bucks" |
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Laura got a bass but it got no amp |
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Borrowed skills but never gave it back |
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Luke is just learning how to strum |
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But since he was the worst |
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We made him play the drums |
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Play the drums |
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You may find |
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In the palm |
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Of your hand |
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There's a flame |
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As it burns |
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As it climes |
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As it turns |
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To a blaze |
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Well this flame |
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It won't last |
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Here it comes |
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Hold it close |
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Cause this blaze |
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Can be fast |
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Set it free now there it goes |
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Luke's mom said that after school |
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We could rehearse in the living room |
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But that sure didn't last too long |
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Guess she didn't know we'd play Fugazi songs |
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We played these songs in the talent show |
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And all of the girls would be in the front row |
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But in the end we just chickened out |
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Because we can't sing |
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We can only shout |
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Only shhh |
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You may find |
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In the palm |
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Of your hand |
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There's a flame |
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As it burns |
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As it climes |
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As it turns |
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To a blaze |
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Well this flame |
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It won't last |
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Here it comes |
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Hold it close |
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Well this blaze |
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Will be fast |
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Set it free now there it goes |
