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I've been so old, locked in line by expectations I forgot that love is a $20 ticket to a punk rock show Sweaty bodies pushing forward, slamming hard, falling to fall in love with the words of some yelping, grown-out teenager And we're all drinking ****** venue beer just because it's dirt cheap and suddenly I remember that I'm only free with ***** feet and I come alive in mosh pits and I die when I live for paycheques We're all dripping beads of sweat, making necklaces from our youth Tokens of everything we love and shedding everything we hate We'll sweat it out onto the ***** bar floor We'll keep going until our legs give out, I swear to it I've never been more free than when I'm dancing to these songs I've been so old, forgetting that I'm just a punk rock kid, with $20 in my pocket and ****** beer in my hand Singing songs that mean something, demand change, ooze with emotion, celebrate divine & dingy moments, make me feel that transgender dysphoria blues I forgot that this is euphoria I'm not jaded quite yet Not in this moment How dare I be How dare I?
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
Love is a $20 ticket to a punk rock show
I've been so old, locked in line by expectations I forgot that love is a $20 ticket to a punk rock show Sweaty bodies pushing forward, slamming hard, falling to fall in love with the words of some yelping, grown-out teenager And we're all drinking ****** venue beer just because it's dirt cheap and suddenly I remember that I'm only free with ***** feet and I come alive in mosh pits and I die when I live for paycheques We're all dripping beads of sweat, making necklaces from our youth Tokens of everything we love and shedding everything we hate We'll sweat it out onto the ***** bar floor We'll keep going until our legs give out, I swear to it I've never been more free than when I'm dancing to these songs I've been so old, forgetting that I'm just a punk rock kid, with $20 in my pocket and ****** beer in my hand Singing songs that mean something, demand change, ooze with emotion, celebrate divine & dingy moments, make me feel that transgender dysphoria blues I forgot that this is euphoria I'm not jaded quite yet Not in this moment How dare I be How dare I?
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
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