lyrics
Boy you could be more than what you are
I’ve heard it all my life
But I’m not the kind that weighs happiness
In nickels and dimes
I’m too damn young to care what you think
Too damn old to ever change
I hate to say, the harder you try
The more I stay the same
Hey don’t you know, punk rock don’t sell no more
You’re wasting your time
Well, that’s fine
There’s something I’ve always known
All the greatest things you will never find at your local record store
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Sarasota,
released February 17, 2008
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