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1. Jesus of Suburbia |
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i'm the son of rage and love |
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the jesus of suburbia |
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from the bible of "none of the above" |
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on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin |
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no one ever dies for my sins in hell |
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as far as i can tell |
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at least the ones i got away with |
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but there's nothing wrong with me |
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this is how i'm supposed to be |
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in the land of make believe |
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that don't believe in me |
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get my television fix sitting on my crucifix |
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the living room in my private womb |
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while the mom's and brad's are away |
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to fall in love and fall in debt |
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to alcohol and cigarettes and mary jane |
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to keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine |
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2. City of the damned |
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at the center of the earth |
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in the parking lot of the 7-11 where i was taught |
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the motto was just a lie |
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it says "home is where your heart is" |
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but what a shame |
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'cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same |
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we're beating out of time |
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city of the dead |
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at the end of another lost highway |
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signs misleading to nowhere - city of the damned |
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lost children with dirty faces today |
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no one really seems to care |
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i read the graffiti in the bathroom stall |
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like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall |
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and so it seemed to confess it didn't say much |
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but it only confirmed that |
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the center of the earth is the end of the world |
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and i could really care less |
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3. I don't care |
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i dont care if you dont. |
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I dont care if you dont |
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i dont care if you dont care |
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everyone is so full of shit! |
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Born and raised by hypocrites. |
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Hearts recycled but never saved |
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from the cradle to the grave |
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we are the kids of war and peace |
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from anahem to the middle east |
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we are the stories and disciples of the jesus of suburbia |
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land of make believe |
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and it dont believe in me and i dont care! |
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4. Dearly beloved |
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dearly beloved, are you listening? |
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I can't remember a word that you were saying |
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are we demented? Or am i disturbed? |
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The space that's in between insane and insecure |
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oh therapy, can you please fill the void? |
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Am i retarded? Or am i just overjoyed? |
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Nobody's perfect and i stand accused |
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for lack of a better word and that's my best excuse |
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5. Tales of another broken home |
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to live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy |
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to run, to run away to find what to believe |
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and i leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies |
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i lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist |
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so i run, i run away to the light of masochists |
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and i leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies |
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and i walked this line a million and one fucking times |
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but not this time |
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i don't feel any shame, i won't apologise |
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when there aint nowhere you can go |
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running away from pain when you've been victimized |
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tales from another broken home |
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SAVE THE MUSIC!!! |