Someone please!
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Please write a script that's made for me
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that appeals to people listening to this cd
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I got a wish, I got a wish
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that all of this was something special
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I need a drink, I need a pill
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no wait, I was over two years sober
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But this guy, he said that I was on drugs
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I should give some money to that bitch
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Or I could just get a real fucking job
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I am a prick, look at me go
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I can get lucky playing some shows, I'm a bitch
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Ima go get some new expensive shit
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Oh man I hurt,
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Emotions they suck
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But ill just tell people, "I don't give a fuck about that shit"
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Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
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Ain't nobody fucking with me
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Rancid is the sound of my voice
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Croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
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Singing along with their dying concern
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Rancid is the sound of my voice
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Croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
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Singing along with their dying concern to my bullshit
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Where did our honor go?
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I think I know
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We've all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties
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Where did my money go?
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I spent it on blow
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You know that I fucked all my homies' ho's
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Where did our morals go?
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I left them in Cabo
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My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
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Who has a plan?
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We hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors
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The weak are the liars, the strong think too much
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I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck
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The weak are the liars, the strong think too much
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I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck
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I need money
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I need clothes
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I need women
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I need blow
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Something is very fucking wrong
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Resting your head on your best friend's sister's shoulder
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Your mother's job is to fuck all your neighbors
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Bodies thrusting to the beat of our shame
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Where did our honor go?
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I think I know
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We've all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties
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where did my money go?
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I spent it on blow
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You know that I fucked all my homies' ho's
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Where did our morals go?
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I left them in Cabo
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My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
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Who has a plan?
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We hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors
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Give my regards to all you shady fucks
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Thorn in my fucking side
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Loyalty
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Honesty
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Trust
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Respect
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Humility
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Sincerity
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We are all so full of fucking shit
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We are all so full of fucking shit
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Kurt: "Uneasy hearts weigh the most, oh uneasy hearts they weigh the most...
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Maybe i can find a place for you with all the things you do, i have no clue, watching you, lately i, have been hoping to, in thought of what to say, what they don't find out"
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People You Know
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Dance Gavin Dance |