Bomb the Music Industry! – Syke Life Is Awesome (Guitar)

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 I sat along the rocks, I watched the cold Maine water rush away.

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The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday.

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  You broke those promises but I’ll get over it.

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‘Cause as long as I’m breathing fresh air I really don’t give a shit.

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But I’ll get mad for the next ten years, but realize sometimes things are great.

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 I didn’t have directions, I hadn’t eaten anything all day.

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 We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play.

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  Ate a bag of peanuts, before the windy road.

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And I couldn’t drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat.

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Then you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometimes things are great.

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Ba ba-ba ba-ba ba ba, ba ba-ba ba-ba ba ba

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Ba ba-ba ba-ba ba ba, ba ba-ba ba-ba ba ba

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Ba ba-ba ba-ba ba ba, ba ba-ba ba-ba ba ba

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    You don’t own me! You don’t own me!

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I worked my ass off my entire life to accomplish my dream.

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It started happening and everything got bastardized by greed.

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I said “pull this shit over and let me out

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I swear to fucking God I’m fucking giving up right now”

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And now I’ve got a brand new start, and I realized sometimes things are great.

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Sing it in apartment halls

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And shout this shit in shopping malls

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Get a ball point pen and paint the insides of your eyelids with the constant reminder:

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You don’t own me. You don’t own me.

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Then I was underground without food, sunlight, or encouragement.

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Depression set in, I was a product of my environment.

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And then the other day, you said "Jeff, get in your car

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Yeah, pick Glenn Tillbrook up at the hotel and take him to the bar," and

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He wore a t-shirt just like me and he wasn’t on his phone

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For fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with my hero.

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I’ll be mad for the next ten years...

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After that I’ll drink the beers until the bar runs out of beers

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And prepare for the next twenty-three years.

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And if I wasn’t a fat kid in high school

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I would have never listened to punk rock.

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And if I knew how to throw a football,

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I would have never played any music.

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And if I never got my heart broken,

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I would sing “blah blah fucking nothing.”

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And if you didn’t fuck my ex-girlfriend

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I would still owe you three thousand dollars.

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And if I never lived in that van then

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I wouldn’t have met Chris or Steve, Alex, James or Middagh.

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And if I never worked in a basement,

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I would have never quit my job.

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And if I had a big emo band or

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Dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man.