Punk Rock

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I wish I was normal. I wish I was just like you. Well, maybe not “JUST” like you, but close enough. Close enough to fit in like you. Close enough to blend in with the crowd
Punk Rock, my Big Cry Baby... We all have problems, we choose our own revolution. Battlecries incoherent, we need to unify and yell in the same direction. Your "Punk" is better than "my punk". I buy my shirts off the internet, I'm a poser.
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