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dashboard confessional meets the dead kennedys meets motley crue meets black flag meets they might be giants has anal you know what with eminem, the real slim shady then sales the pics on ebay but gets ripped off because the check bounces after we foolishly mail the pics without waiting for the check it clear.

we were. we created. we tried. we failed. in all the ways that didn't matter. it was high school. we hated it. it was easy to hate. now school's out forever. and we will never die. you can't make us. we are the trash can that keeps the homeless warm in parts of the cities the governemnet doesn't know exists. we will never die. except shane. we miss him. I get sad when I think about him. you'll always be a memory. rise up in the cafeteria and stab them with your plastic forks. spoons. sporks. see the man. well he sees you. watch him divide, he splits in two. see the man. he's back again. chopped full of sin. I run in a panic. I can not feel. I've lost my taste. I can't escape. this life's waste. too many times. too many years. but you got so close. inside my heart. I want a big mac from mikey d's can't you see that's what I need. how could you go? with that painting of that fat as[BEEP]s buffalo, all the stuff you took I didn't take a second look... but how could you go HOW COULD YOU GO with that painting of that buffalo. you know I love that painting of the buffalo...