Intro
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In April I moved in 
To the house on Henderson
I felt alive again
It was good to be with my best friend

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And we were gonna steal things
We were gonna break things
We would learn to make things
Ya, we were gonna take back the things we lost

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Ya, we were gonna take back the things we lost

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There was the devil chain
That Danzig told Sam how to make
She nearly killed a cop
So we threw it in the attic and the door was locked

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There were those shiny plates
That would hit the street and sing and break
And the cops were called, and the cops would come
And we would always run run run run run

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Ya we would always run run run run run

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We had to pay our rent 
But we weren’t gonna work for it, no
We’d find some other way
We’d steal something new every day

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One time our phone was ringing
Sam smashed it into pieces
When I found her and asked her why
She said because it rings all the time

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It rings, rings, rings all the time

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One 9 AM Sam came in
And I asked her "where you been?"
She had duct tape all over her head
And a gory poster in her hands

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She said "I joined the army"
"I've been giving the pro-lifers shit"
She said "I’ve been up all morning
And I really need to take a nap"

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So she took a nap

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These days, and all these broken things
They were true, so true, so true
For everything we broke, we filled our hearts with hope
And we learned to make a lot of new things too

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Like mistakes, Like mix tapes, Like vegan chocolate cakes
Like 7 inch records and silkscreens like record labels and 'zines and dreams