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You're not punk and I'm telling everyone. Save your breath, I never was one.
You don't know what I'm all about. Like killing cops and reading Kerouac. Myenemies are all too familiar. They're the ones who used to call me friend. I'mcoloring outside your guidelines, I was passing out when you were passing outyour rules. One, two, three, four. Who's punk? What's the score? Got a friend.
Her name is Boxcar. Cigarettes and beer in El Sob. Her hair was blue, now it'sgreen. I like her mind. She hates the scene. You're on your own. You're allalone.
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