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You don't have To take this crap You don't have To sit back and relax You can actually try changin' it I know we've always been taught to rely Upon those

Get 'em laughing - keep 'em there, You hold your own and they'll hold their's, Hold their glasses - can't hold their beer Tell 'em the one about the fucking

Hush now child and don't you cry Your folks might understand you by and by So in the mean time, move on up towards your destination Though you may find

Feelin' is a word I can?t explain At least not in words that are plain To make it easy to express I?ll try to do my best to hit you where it counts I

Oh night after night - I still miss you baby Night after night - I still want your love Since you've been gone my whole life has changed Without your

I feel like walking, because my poor heart's breaking You told me once I know, but loves a thing that can go Vanish in the night, it's gone by morning

I don't mind what people say They always think the worst anyway And if I'm wrong I'll pay the price It's a cost that I don't count as sacrifice Listen

It's either, something in their eyes or something in the drink But whatever it is, they both stop and think There's no going back and nothing above It

The wind blows whispers down the street Having free reign with the town so bleak Like everything else, it's all gone away The Town Hall clock gives forth