What is it you want me to say? is it that i lost a good thing? yeah, i know i shoulda said it long ago. all i could manage to thik up was it wasnt my fault. when i walk downtown you know i gotta wlak with my head held high, because those stupid southern yuppies they dont like to see a punk rock kid with his head held high. they like the way that their money feels. they got bank accounts and boob jobs and a fast set of wheels. they fear a smile on the young, they fear the actions of the young. the sun is shining, its not raining today. its the first day in weeks it hasnt been so grey. if i had a dollar for every day id say its gonna be a brand new day, well id have a hundred dollars.
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