| You look worse in the afternoon
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| When the light fades into your skin
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| You spend too much time indoors shouting «Fake!» |
| at the walls
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| I thought, I thought that wars were fought for this
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| I guess, I guess, I guess we lost
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| At least you know where you stand
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| So you raise your middle finger to the garage rock
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| Like the zombies are crawling out over the top
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| How your girlfriend is convinced, but you are not
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| Until the garage rock assimilates
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| You raise your middle finger to the garage rock
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| Like zombies are crawling out over the top
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| Whole worlds are destroyed and hope is lost
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| Until the garage rock assimilates
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| I see the girls at your shows, they wear their battles in their hair
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| You spend too much time indoors shouting «Fake!» |
| at the walls
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| I thought, I thought that wars were fought for this
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| I guess, I guess, I guess we lost
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| At least you know where you stand
|
| So you raise your middle finger to the garage rock
|
| Like the zombies are crawling out over the top
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| How your girlfriend is convinced, but you are not
|
| Until the garage rock assimilates
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| You raise your middle finger to the garage rock
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| Like zombies are crawling out over the top
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| Whole worlds are destroyed but yours is not
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| Until the garage rock assimilates
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| So I raise my middle finger to the garage rock
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| As the zombies are coming, wave upon wave of inelegant slave
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| Inadequate vampires with sharp teeth and sharp shoes
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| And we’re slayin'!
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| Good nights out, a numbers game
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| Stumble around like the ninety-ninth clone of myself
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| I’m a wreck and your girlfriend is no help |