Six years ago, a very hot summer night, avenue A with friends hanging tight
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No future, no goals, and no destiny
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Hanging on the corner for the world to see
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Some friends drunk, some friends high
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Laughing talking shit as the people walked by
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The air was tense and muggy as fuck
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Lower east side, running amuck
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Guilty by association, judged by who I know
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Can't keep all my friends out of trouble
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When they got no place to go
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Me drug free in the midst of it all
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Crazy fucking summer hanging out with madball
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People got their ass kicked, people got hurt
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But I was accepted for all it was worth
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Bad repuations are hard to live down
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I'm not guilty for who I hang around
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Sometimes I felt like an outcast, trying to talk my friends out of trouble
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Tried to be a positive role model, but I got caught up in the rumble
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We had ideas scribbled on walls, six years later, our destiny calls
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Living our lives, some of us in bands
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Touring the world, but we know where we stand
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we play shows together, or just hanging out talking 'bout the good times, how we got out
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We're still the same fellas, still all tight, young till we die
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And ready to fight for what's right
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As I look back now on that summer vacation
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I realize, I'll always be - guilty by association
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Guilty By Association
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H2O |