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You're Not Salinger. Get Over It. Lyrics

We're finding out some scummy f*** just threw in a fifteen year old.
I mean com'on, man, is that the life you want?
There tearing up these dead-end blocks,
Revealing all the s*** we wish we forgot
In the shadow of this careless urban sprawl.
My Friends and I, were all f***** on the inside.
But we don't let it run our lives.
One day, I'll cough all this s*** out of my lungs
From second hand smoking at all night restaurants
And they'll be up in arms over all the s*** we've done
Because were getting out, we're f****** gone.
This caustic suburban sense of humor's gotten me in trouble more than a few times.
We're singing "Lucky" by Little League, f****** up until we get this right.
Just cause we're down, doesn't mean we gotta stay there.
This f****** town is like a ship gone underwater,
And we'll all drown unless we cut ties to the anchor.
We'd get swallowed here.
I'm bad at staying calm, and I know this town's a time bomb.
I've been dragging my feet too long, too long.
We've been sinking all along.
So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.
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