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Green Key? Really??
01:09
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I remember Ridgewood
Ridgewood
Living in the shit hood, shit hood.
But that was back in '09, '09
The last time that I felt fine, felt fine
You always wanna talk about it fondly
As if there was ever a day that dawned
You always wanna leave me up and stranded
Down at the Regency Publix Park
You always wanna go there, go there
Go down to Green Key (What's There? What's There?)
A strip of sand that makes me, makes me,
reminded of the shit place we see
You always wanna go there, go there
Go down to Green Key (What's There?)
A strip of sand that makes me, makes me,
reminded of the shit
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Do you remember the mall cops at Gulf View Square?
How they'd chase us down like we just didn't care
If all the rich kids from River Ridge walked in a line and held hands and ran
But you and me and a few of our punk friends followed to our cars
Like we're wanted by a portly man in a ranger's hat from K-Mart
Two years before anyone had ever heard of Paul Blart
Why do we even go here, go here?
Because none of us have money to spare
Why do we have to live here, live here?
Suburban sprawl of nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Escape through parking lots they say we don't belong
Nowhere
Escape through parking lots they say we don't belong
They never understood why we had to get along with our band tees
We were rebels in the land of shopping dreams
But we keep fighting for the punk rock scene
'Til the mall cops can't remember where we've been
Why do we even go here, go here?
Because none of us have money to spare
Why do we have to live here, live here?
Suburban sprawl of nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Escape through parking lots they say we don't belong
Nowhere
Escape through parking lots they say we don't belong
They never understood why we had to get along with our band tees
And our ripped jeans
We were rebels in the land of shopping dreams
But we keep fighting for the punk rock scene
'Til the mall cops can't remember
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Boat Heist First Date
01:12
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727
Seven numbers from heaven
And we're gonna go down to the sand bar
Out on the Anclote feelin' the breeze
As if we've traipsed over to the Keys
But I'm so glad we're not there
And that we found a shore so far out here
A place where we can show our secret songs
That nobody on MySpace wants to go along with
And that's why I love you
Because all the things I wanna do
Come off naturally when I ask you to
How could we forget this
No idea whose boat we stole to get here
But hey look babe, he's got some beer in the cooler below deck
I feel so much cooler below deck
Cooler below deck
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'07 Ridgewood Love
02:00
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Remember that time in high school when that plaza off of Rowan and 54
Had three different stores called Bell's
None of them hardly had the shit to sell
Remember when the school had rolling blackouts
and they made us come and learn
by emergency exit lights that
never got much use in the first place.
Remember having dreams about those giant auditoriums that
Remind you of graduation
And the state of adoration of
Remembering how in high school
With access to all of our friends
Now it's fourteen years gone by and I don't
Even know whose alive and who is dead.
Remember when dumb kids would get into fistfights over
Who was scene and who was emo and who was goth and who was not and
I remember fitting in with all of the above.
That's the feeling of '07 Ridgewood love.
Remember when the school had rolling blackouts
and they made us come and learn
by emergency exit lights that
never got much use in the first place.
Remember having dreams about those giant auditoriums that
Remind you of graduation
And the state of adoration of
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Don't go to Moon Lake they said
A coven of redneck witches will seize your head
So they said, so they said...
Central Florida could be worse but did anyone tell our parents?
The land was cheap and the homes were big and
The north was way way way up there and,
What kind of opportunities were we ripped away from seaboard?
No place to fit in up there whether it's
Bellmore or Wantagh
And I know there ain't much to look at but
I know that I am grateful that our
Mighty God would let me glean in
Peninsula home reveries
Central Florida could be worse but did anyone tell our parents?
The land was cheap and the homes were big and
The north was way way way up there and,
What kind of opportunities were we ripped away from seaboard?
No place to fit in up there whether it's
Bellmore or Wantagh
And I know there ain't much to look at but
I know that I am grateful that our
Mighty God would let me glean in
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I've lived here my entire life and yet,
I've never seen the Atlantic.
I spend all my time on Florida's west side
Gulf water feels so septic.
They say this place is what it seems
Land of sunshine and state of dreams
If only we could keep our roof dry
And night copters didn't pollute our sky
Tampa Bay stretches so far around my head
No place could surely want me dead
Like every date I ever took to Ybor
Every Suncoast Parkway night near E I had to endure
Pull over at Wawa (No, they suck now! Try Seven Eleven)
The food we like because it's after ten
Pull over at Wawa, okay, maybe I could split a hoagie
As we cruise down to some deserted plaza
Where we eat and talk so long with the key in the ignition
Until the battery dies.
I've lived here my entire life and yet,
I've never seen the Atlantic.
I spend all my time on Florida's west side
Gulf water feels so septic.
They say this place is what it seems
Land of sunshine and state of dreams
If only we could keep our roof dry
And night copters didn't pollute our sky
Tampa Bay stretches so far around my head
No place could surely want me dead
Like every date I ever took to Ybor
Every Suncoast Parkway night near E I had to endure
Pull over at Wawa, okay, maybe I could split a hoagie
As we cruise down to some deserted plaza
Where we eat and talk so long with the key in the ignition
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Didn't you live off of Little Road?
Or am I remembering that time we rode
To get you from the Circle K
And you told me you preferred to walk halfway
Out you got and away you went
Past Hilltop Drive and then into the mist
I still don't know why you kept me away
Like I'd show up unannounced someday but,
How I miss you (miss you)
How I miss you
What can I do (I do)
This ain't '02 ('02)
I can't find you
Didn't you live off Little Road?
Didn't you live off Little Road?
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Hey Mr. McComiskey!
Why did you have to be so nice to me?
When I
Stood against nearly everything
That your Massapequa upbringing
Told you not to see?
Way back when,
reading Dawkins on my desk
Refusing to raise my head
To stand for the daily pledge
You were such a good guy to me for two years straight
You always gave me the fairest grade
Even if I tried my shittiest hand
You gave a sense of resounding end
[CHORUS]
And there's never gonna be again
An English teacher I could call a friend
Like AFI's Top 100's Ed
Wherever you are man, I hope you're on the mend.
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Hidden Booze
01:58
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We couldn't hang out at Steven's house
Because his father worked the night-shift
No sleepovers with my best friend
All rooted in a paycheck
And now I'm 32, I think about those days
I hardly could remember how to find the way
Even to the front entrance of his neighborhood place
He doesn't come up on social anyway.
[CHORUS]
Oh where oh where did my friend Steven go?
I know it was a cover, Dad was often drunk hungover.
Alcohol may burn through his soul like butter on a hotplate
But just because your father sucked doesn't mean you're an ingrate
We couldn't hang out at Steven's house
Because his father worked the night-shift
No sleepovers with my best friend
All rooted in a paycheck
And now I'm 32, I think about those days
I hardly could remember how to find the way
Even to the front entrance of his neighborhood place
He doesn't come up on social anyway.
[CHORUS]
Oh where oh where did my friend Steven go?
I know it was a cover, Dad was often drunk hungover.
Alcohol may burn through his soul like butter on a hotplate
But just because your father sucked doesn't mean you're an ingrate
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I remember Ridgewood
Ridgewood
Living in the shit hood, shit hood.
But that was back in '09, '09
The last time that I felt fine, felt fine
You always wanna talk about it fondly
As if there was ever a day that dawned
You always wanna leave me up and stranded
Down at the Regency Publix Park
You always wanna go there, go there
Go down to Green Key
A strip of sand that makes me, makes me,
reminded of the shit place we see
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