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there's no reply quite as wise as yours filled with philosophy and metaphors and a thousand words that i never new existed oh tell me how you ever became so gifted excuse me if i like the common (??) but you're never wrong and it's getting really old oh the poster kids when it comes down to it spend alot of time but there ain't much to it you hate me and i'm sick of you oh the poster kids got alot to say they'll prove you wrong in every way you hate me and i'm sick of you well i'm stupid 'cause i got a few beliefs what makes you sure i wanna hear your beefs about why there's no god and what punk really stands for oh doin' this all day must make your eyes sore excuse me if my leader's not some twit but you'll never know 'cause you're so sure of it From Letras Mania