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9:10
02:36
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There is a place, that some may know.
We call it home, ain't got no place to go.
And when I look back, on how it went away.
I'd throw it all away, just to relive the day.
Woah oh, 9:10
I wanna go back to then.
Before stress and jobs.
Woah oh, 9:10, it's all gone
We hung out on the banks, on Friday night.
They kicked us out, and cut the lights.
We jumped the fence, as the cops drove on by
Those days are gone, and I wonder why.
Woah oh, 9:10
I wanna go back to then.
Before stress and jobs.
Woah oh, 9:10, it's all gone
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Ten dollars at the door.
I saw it all before.
Cover songs are all they play.
Cause they got nothing to say, No!
I don't even care, you won't find me there.
15224, I think I saw it all before.
You can take your bars and your whole trendy scene.
This place ain't for me.
I see a flannel at the bar.
Drinks paid with dad's credit cards.
Lawrenceville was better run down.
Gentrification's got me down. No"
I don't even care, you won't find me there.
Tear it down, down down down.
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3. |
Damaged Goods
02:47
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4. |
Firecracker
03:00
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I met Janie in school, Janie never followed the rules.
Always looking for cheap thrills
Cutting class and popping pills.
She's a firecracker, hard to handle.
She's bad news, but it doesn't matter.
I've been beaten, cheated, and abused.
I'll take my chances, I'll light the fuse.
Janie stole my 45's, Janie scratched every B side.
My friends say I'll never get them back.
Then Janie pawned them for cash.
She's a firecracker, hard to handle.
She's bad news, but it doesn't matter.
I've been beaten, cheated, and abused.
I'll take my chances, I'll light the fuse.
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5. |
What's the Destination?
02:28
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We sit at home, and you, say there's nothing round here.
I say the tank is full, ya name the location.
You roll your eyes at me, and test my fucking patience.
You know it all, so what's the destination.
My friends say you, you drive, you drive me so crazy.
You push me close, closer, closer to insanity.
I took my time with you, two years is plenty.
I thought that things, you get, would get a little better.
And when I look, back on, on what we had together.
I found it was, a lie, you loved me never.
My friends say you, you drive, you drive me crazy.
You push me close, closer, closer to insanity.
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6. |
Vandalism
02:37
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The vandal sneaks in undected.
He is the one they never suspected.
He'll slide sneak right by every camera.
Dodging right past any recorded.
Ricky's at it again.
Armed with a sharpie pen.
The law is yelling again.
When will the Vandalism end?
Toilets backed up, in every stall.
Insults written on, divider walls.
Oversized joints, cover the floor.
The best they can do, is lock the door.
Ricky's at it again.
Armed with a sharpie pen.
The law is yelling again.
When will the vandalism end?
V-A-N-D-A-L-ISM
V-A-N-D-A-L-ISM
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7. |
Wrong or Right
02:31
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I work every god damn day, I come home to you.
Bought you a house with a white picket fence, and a back yard with a view.
Well it seems it ain't enough, you always wanted more.
A mansion with a five car garage, built with marble floors.
I ain't saying I'm right, I ain't saying your wrong.
There's one thing that I'm sure of. I regret writing you this song.
Well they say that all good things must come to an end.
The truth is your a terrible lover and a miserable friend.
I'll pack my bags at night, I'll be out here by dawn.
You won't what you lost, until it's gone.
I aint saying I'm right, I ain't saying your wrong.
There's one thing that I'm sure of, I regret writing you this song.
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8. |
So Hard to Go
02:55
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Walking down the same streets tonight.
Not another soul in sight.
I wonder what happened to this town.
I search for answers but they're never found.
I wish that I could turn back time, and find the reasons why.
But there's one thing that I know, it's so hard to go.
Store fronts covered up with boards.
Empty stamp bags on the floor.
This town used to be paradise.
Now it's hardly half as nice.
I wish that I could turn back time, and find the reasons why.
But there's one thing that I know, it's so hard to go.
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9. |
Friday Night
02:27
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Did she have it all figured out.
Packed her bags and skipped town.
She's chasing the bright lights, so passed out on Friday night.
I think your better off alone.
Did she make a new set of friends.
A crew ahead of all the trends.
She's chasing, the bright lights, so passed out on Friday night.
I think your better off alone.
No going home.
Was it all she dreamed.
Or just another scheme.
She's chasing, the bright lights, so passed out on Friday night.
I think your better off alone.
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10. |
Punch the Clock
02:55
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Did you roll out of bed, wishing you were dead.
Traded in your dreams for a steady 6-3.
Do you feel stuck, like everything is fucked.
And zero sympathy
Some place you'd rather be, but you traded it for stability. Oh No.
I don't wanna punch no clock, and see the day lost.
I don't wanna dig no ditch, cause labor don't pay shit.
I don't wanna push no pen, be a slave to the end.
I just wanna sleep in and drink with my friends.
It's a long way home on Friday night.
Stuck in traffic in a sea of brake lights.
Two days off to drink yourself numb.
No one ever said that growing up was fun.
Some place you'd rather be, but you traded it for stability.
I don't wanna punch no clock, and see the day lost.
I don't wanna dig no ditch, cause labor don't pay shit.
I don't wanna push no pen, be a slave to the end.
I just wanna sleep in and drink with my friends.
Rodger said it best, met the new boss, just like the old boss.
The faces change, but the job is still the same.
I gotta the hell outta here . . .
Maybe marry a rich girl or win the powerball.
Fuck robbing a bank sounds pretty good right about now.
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