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• Artiste: Run Around (The)
• Titre: Exile of Emo
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Whatever happened to the punk rock ballads, the rooftop anthems? Why were they all tossed aside? For the boys with eyeliner, poetry in a diner And jeans meant for 12 year old girls They can just cry about it In their LiveJournals Growing up, I'd always come downtown Checking out the local scene (you know what I mean) It's kinda crazy but nowadays I don't think they quite get it (they're full of shit) step in a show see a 16 year old acting like he's got a clue (singin' "Dad, I hate you") and I don't think it will ever been the same So he cries in his bed all night with his pillow clenched tight wondering about the things wrong with his life Whatever happened to the punk rock ballads, the rooftop anthems? Why were they all tossed aside? For the boys with eyeliner, poetry in a diner And jeans meant for 12 year old girls They can just cry about it In their LiveJournals In their LiveJournals Word on the street is punk rock's dead And they don't think it's ever coming back (we'll see about that) Never know what it's like to fight For something, they're never gonna win (yeah we'd do it again) Do you think we got a hero's shot Or maybe just one more way? (save the day) And I don't think it will ever be the same So he cries in his bed all night with his pillow clenched tight wondering about the things wrong with his life Whatever happened to the punk rock ballads, the rooftop anthems? Why were they all tossed aside? For the boys with eyeliner, poetry in a diner And jeans meant for 12 year old girls They can just cry about it In their LiveJournals In their LiveJournals It'll never be the same They don't even know why They write these goddamn songs They dont get it at all (x2) Whatever happened to the punk rock ballads, the rooftop anthems? Why were they all tossed aside? For the boys with eyeliner, poetry in a diner And jeans meant for 12 year old girls They can just cry about it In their LiveJournals (x4) They can just cry about it in their LiveJournals