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Wrote this song last year before graduation. I thought we'd runaway and live like kerouacan punks but we find ourselves in our rooms striving in the internet.

"Freedom"

hats are flying in the sun she put on some punk songs on the car's stereo then we were up and atom
a couple drive-by puns to our friends as we pass them by she made a face and hit the record button
we feltpened the things we felt across the dashboard you could see the doodles of neon stallions
a ring dissolves into the sky as she blew another cloud of smoke she seemed like she's in slow-motion.

Now we've finished school we've paid early life's dues
We've finished school we've paid early life's dues

AP wants to shoot a movie some weirded out buttnaked version of pygmallion
Sheila said i had no life when i told her three-ways make my noodles go anti-bulimic

She changed the colour of her eyes
And still that doesn't kill the fact that through her life she's never changing
At certain points she had to cry she'd drown herself in listening to others bitch she'd know she's more than that

We never thought there's much to life
Til freedom comes through a bottle and we feel tall enough to reach sky
And every young one wants their turn
To grab the wheel and ram themselves into not taking care