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Well I'm an accidental anarchist
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Still don't have my drivers license, yet
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And I don't ride bikes like some punks do
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Well I just walk 'till there's holes in my shoes
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And there's tape on my sole and a hole in my chest that's next to a Heart that's sending
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Dirty looks back to the kid with the 395 dollar vintage punk leather jacket
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And I don't think I could ever write a song
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That you could relate to
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But you probably say you do
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And who the hell am I to judge you?
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Yeah, who the hell am I to judge you?
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Oh, I'm your closet prophet
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And your bible says I'm long overdue
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