Trendy winds are blowing thru my hair
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the punk elite are checking everything I wear
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I'm tired of their endless whine, why can't they mind their own?
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cause what I am is what I will be.
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Don't need you or your crew
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to tell me what to think or do
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everyday when you try to waste my time
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I waste a rhyme.
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Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong
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cause this scene is filled with people who's bad and nong
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you're an idiot and loser if you go their way
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cause you don't need no one-track crew now.
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Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong
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to all you suckers we dedicate this song.
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Trendy Winds
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| Millencolin |
