What's the bullshit for?
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Verbal battlefield. Syllables of war.
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I shut myself off. It happens again.
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You're not my friend. You're not my friend.
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You're not my friend. (sh-sh-sh-sh-shake)
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The winter knocked down my door like a selfish bitch
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I'm glad that you haven't got your wish
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'cause in the cold, all alone, I've been thinking of
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everyone but you.
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And it feels like seventh grade again
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and none of this will ever end
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I'm just your public malcontent
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another extraneous trend.
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Don't try to be like me because
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I'm not one to compete just to
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obtain the status of a symbol of idolatry.
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This time I'd really rather be alone.
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Can we forget this? I can just go home.
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This time I'd really rather be alone.
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Acting unaffected by this hand of fate.
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Saying "everything's ok!" with a straight face.
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I remember when you said I could count on your for anything.
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...and I still hold on.
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You'll hold off and play another dumb cherade again.
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I'm driving my car home and never walking in the rain again.
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I miss the smell of Taco Bell and places that we knew too well.
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Driving me crazy. Driving me crazy. Driving me crazy.
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Driving me crazy.
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This time I'd really rather be alone.
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Can we forget this mess and just go home?
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This time I'd really rather be alone.
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I'm bleeding profusely from my insides
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While you're smiling 'cause you're stealing all of my best lines.
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I'm doubled over and I'm taking my own side.
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Over and over again. I'm so useless.
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Now you're becoming everything.
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(Well was I ever anything?)
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Everyone I love always leaves me.
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My judgment's been off every time.
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(You're words will always still be mine)
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This time I'd really rather be alone.
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Can we forget this? I could just go home.
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This time I'd really rather be alone.
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I'm bleeding profusely from my insides
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While you're smiling 'cause you're stealing all of my best lines.
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I'm doubled over and I'm taking my own side.
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And, oh, how I'll be slapped on crowded streets.
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And in some lame cry of defeat
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I'll open up
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I'll shout it loud:
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"Fuck that! Turn off the new sound!"
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I'll be slapped on crowded streets.
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And in some lame cry of defeat
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I'll open up
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I'll shout it loud:
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"Fuck that! Turn off the new sound! Fuck that!"
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"Fuck that! Turn off the new sound! Fuck that!"
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"Fuck that! Turn off the new sound!"
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1234
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Over and over again. I'm so useless.
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Now you're becoming everything.
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(Well was I ever anything?)
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Everyone I love always hates me.
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My judgment's off this time for the last time.
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What's left beside me now?
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No one in this world is ever listening.
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Pay attention now. Pay attention now.
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No one in this world is ever listening.
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Pay attention. Pay attention.
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Pay attention now. Pay attention now.
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Now. Now. Now.
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At home alone again all night.
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(At home alone again all night...)
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Expect the worst and you'll be right.
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Kill The President
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The Arrogant Sons Of Bitches |