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Looking around, wondering what become of what I once knewPop punk mutation lacking passion, that keep ringing untrueThere's something wrong with this picture,hot topic setting standards for you to consume, for you to consumeMany of the roots can be traced back to where we're standingThere were people just like me and you, who never thought of landingIn a place bands get squeezed out to make roomsfor third generation blink-182 rip-offsIs there something I don't get? How do you buy into this?Am I just getting older, losing touch?Or is there something I don't see?I'm scratching my head, in disbelief;Am I just getting older, losing touch?Am I losing touch?Went to the Vans warped tour last weekend: was an outsider looking inAll the kids were buying so much crap, amidst a generation gapIt was so fucking hot it sucked; wanted a beer it cost six bucksSeen many faces throughout the years, as soon as they come they disappearAnd now I watch this band with black make-up and silly synchronized jumpsIn a gigantic parking lot, in the wal-mart of punk rockIs there something I don't get? How do you buy into this?Am I just getting older, losing touch?Letras de cancionesOr is there something I don't see?I'm scratching my head, in disbelief;Am I just getting older, losing touch?Am I losing touch?I can't forget who I a or what I know, or change what I believeYou can sell rebellion, package it in many waysand claim it's not alright for meAm I losing touch -- should I just give up?Am I losing touch -- if I don't understand you?Am I losing touch -- if I never willAm I losing touch? From Letras Mania