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Syke! Life Is Awesome!
Bomb the Music Industry!
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I sat along the rocks and watch the cold Maine water rush away
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday
You broke those promises but I'll get over it
'Cause as long as I'm breathing fresh air I don't really give a shit
But I'll get mad for the next ten years, but realize sometimes things are great
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I didn't have directions and I hadn't eaten anything all day
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play
I ate a bag of peanuts right before the windy road
And I couldn't drink a thing all night bcause of the vomit in the back my throat
And you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometime's things are great
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You don't own me! You don't own me!
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I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish my dreams
It started happening and everything got bastardized by greed
I said "pull this shit over and let me out
I swear to fucking God I'm fucking giving up right now"
And now I've got a brand new start, I remember that something are great
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Scream it in apartment halls
Shopping shit in shopping malls
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside's of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
You don't own me. You don't own me
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Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement
Depression set in 'cause I was a product of my environment
And then the other day, you said "Jeff, get in your car"
Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel, drive him to the bar
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn't on his phone
And for fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with a hero
So I'll be mad for the next ten years
After that I'll drink some beers until the bar runs out of beers
Prepare for the next twenty-three years
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'Cause if I wasn't a fat kid in high school
I would have never listened to punk rock
And if I knew how to throw a football
I would have never played any music
And if never got my heart broken
I would sing "blah blah fucking nothing."
And if you didn't fuck my ex-girlfriend
I would still owe you three-thousand dollars
And if I never lived in that van, then
I wouldn't have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex or Middagh
And if I never worked in a basement
I would have never quit my job
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college
I would have never met you, man
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