| West side of town
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| We’ve got weighed down
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| Like minds all down 'til the end
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| Where we’re living’s where we’re laying our heads down
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| Doesn’t really matter where you’re from
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| Under skies that have no end
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| I’d die without my friends
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| All the glimmering hearts with the self-cut hair
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| All the prettiest girls with the brains that work
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| All the freshest kids with their hardcore shirts
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| Yeah
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| In the midday or the morning sun
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| We’re living in a suitcase screaming… let’s go, let’s go
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| In the evening or the falling rain
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| Screaming our lungs out trying … let’s go, let’s go
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| We’re rolling as good as it gets
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| Give me sparks don’t give me regrets
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| I’m never gonna call it quits
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| I love the ones I’m living with
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| This is a hell of a team
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| We’ve got here tonight
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| All the glimmering hearts with their games on lock
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| All the prettiest girls with their stitched tight slacks, oh
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| All the freshest kids with the patched up backs, Lord
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| In the midday or the morning sun
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| We’re living in a suitcase screaming… let’s go, let’s go
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| In the evening or the falling rain
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| Screaming our lungs out trying … let’s go, let’s go
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| Promises, we’re either sweet or we’re dead
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| One thing to know about me, BSOD
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| Still rolling as good as it gets
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| Give me sparks don’t give me regrets
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| I’m never gonna call it quits
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| I love the ones I’m living with
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| This is a hell of a team
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| We got goin' tonight
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| All the glimmering hearts with their heads held up high
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| All the prettiest girls with their death punk looks
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| All the freshest kids with the Villains & Crooks
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| In the midday or the morning sun
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| We’re living in a suitcase screaming … let’s go
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| In the evening or the falling rain
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| Screaming our lungs out trying … let’s go, let’s go |