We were young, we were punks forever
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Yeah we thought we were fuckin' clever
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Oh-oh, oh-oh, ohh
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You know
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Apathy like a suit of armor
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Blow a kiss to the tragic glamour
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Oh-oh, oh-oh, ohh
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You know
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Sneakin' around to the parties (parties)
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Tapin' our hands to the forties (oh, yeah)
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Everybody gettin' faded
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Gettin' faded, celebrated (oh, oh, oh)
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Mixin' the Jack with Bacardi (ayy)
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Prayin' the bar doesn’t card me (ayy)
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Everybody feeling weightless
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Get your feet back off the ground
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Ooh
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Ooh
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Little cracks underneath the pressure
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Cigarettes burnin' out together
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You know
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On the edge but we all knew better
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Cause in the end nothin' really matters
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No
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Sneakin' around to the parties (parties)
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Tapin' our hands to the forties (ooh)
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Everybody gettin' faded
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Gettin' faded, celebrated (oh, oh, oh)
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Mixin' the Jack with Bacardi (ayy)
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Prayin' the bar doesn’t card me (ayy)
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Everybody feeling weightless
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Get your feet back off the ground
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Ooh (ayy)
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Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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Ooh
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Oh, oh
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In the day, yeah
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Punks
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Sneakin' around to the parties (parties)
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Tapin' our hands to the forties (oh, yeah)
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Everybody gettin' faded
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Gettin' faded, celebrated (oh, oh, oh)
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Mixin' the Jack with Bacardi
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Prayin' the bar doesn’t card me
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Everybody feeling weightless
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Get your feet back off the ground
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Ooh
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You and me, you and me, you and me, you and me
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Yeah, we used to be punks
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'Cause back in the day
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You and me, you and me, you and me, you and me
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Yeah, we used to be punks, punks
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Ooh
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Ooh |