Friendsa warehouse pain

They tack their own car



A thousand kids who buried their parents



There's laughing outside

We're locked out of the public eye



No smooth chords on the car radio

No smooth chords on the car radio



We set the trash on fire

And watch outside the door



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And out of the ? ? ? 



There's laughing outside

We're locked out of the public eye



No smooth chords on the car radio

No harsh chords on the car radio



No smooth chords on the car radio

No ... chords on the car radio