Someday you will look back with fear
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On all the time that you weren't here
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And at that moment
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You’ll wish you hadn’t spent
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All your book money on beer
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Your friends are high, your grades are low
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Couldn’t shake a stick at what you know
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But when it comes to blood alcohol
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You get a 4.0
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Your eyes are red
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Your lungs are black (you've got the colledge)
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Stabbed us all right in the back (you've lost the edge)
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You left our crew and joined a frat (you've got the colledge)
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How could you sell out like that (I'll never know)
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Try to fit in with everyone
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If you don’t drink in the dorms
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Then you’re no fun
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You swore true til death
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But you’re still young
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Not even true til twenty-one
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When you went to school
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I learned for sure
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If you aren’t now you never were
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And if you have a single conviction
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You don’t know what it’s for
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Your eyes are red
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Your lungs are black
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Stabbed us all right in the back
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You left our crew and joined a frat
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How could you sell out like that
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To see the bands you never go
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You don’t support the bands
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You used to know
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Here’s a hint in case you’re slow
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Lollapalooza is not a show
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You lost the edge
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and that’s not the worst
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The sad thing is you’re not the first
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Our friendship’s done, it really hurts
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But maybe I could have
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All of your old shirts
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Your Wide Awake record
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and Chung King too
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They can’t be worth that much to you
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Maybe this is not so bad
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Because now i own
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all the things you had
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More friends of mine could start to drink
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I could use a new X-watch I think.
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You swore you’d be edge to eternity
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But now you're pledging a fraternity
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Your eyes are red
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Your lungs are black
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Stabbed us all right in the back
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You left our crew and joined a frat
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How could you sell out like that
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Coll-Edge
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| Good Clean Fun |
