The way that you protest I find
Downright hilarious and I
Admit
Come with me if you’re so inclined
We’ll leave suburbia behind
We’ll
Angst
You think you wear it well
On your sleeve so everyone
Well I got no life
I got no life
Well I got
She curses like a sailor
But she comes right out
And says
There's something strange in my backyard
And I think it comes
Well London isn't burning
You know it hasn't called in years
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