Show us off to all your friends,
We're the trophy boys from here to if and when,
We break and break your dreams of,
Keeping us a secret.
We're the back-pocket believers,
we're the locals who went postal,
call it treason while you can.
I'm just a face for every picture,
a smile for your scrap-books,
and a story to be told, and told, but I'm
but I'm loving every second
so commemorate this hour,
as the last I spend regretting what I have.
We're the party, you're the people,
and this is how we,
this is how we do.
I love these lyrics with a passion.
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