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There's something wrong with kids in my home town |
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They fumble through the ash of the in crowd |
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But don't get me wrong I'm a lot like them |
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Vague and cynical, ever screaming out |
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Grey town don't bring me down |
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I'm not ready |
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Grey town don't pull me down |
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I'll never be |
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Plausible enough |
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Pliable to touch |
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I'm wearing my fears on a line and why? |
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I'm losing time, brain dead by 25 |
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There's nothing wrong with hating your hometown |
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Your promises brought false hopes and let downs |
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We're wading through glass, we're growing up fast |
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Grey town don't bring me down |
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I'm not ready |
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Grey town don't pull me down |
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We're damaged but we will not cave in |
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Melody has big plans |
