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Murder City
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I'm wide awake after the riot
This demonstration of our anguish
This empty laughter has no reason
Like a bottle of your favorite poison
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American Idiot
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Well maybe I'm the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
Now, everybody into the propaganda
And sing along to the age of paranoia
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21 Guns
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Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins
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Minority
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I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dog, there of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd, unsung against the mold
Without a doubt, singled out, the only way I know
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Lazy Bones
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I'm too tired to be bored, I'm too bored to be tired
And the silence is so deafening, it's like picking at a sore
I'm too mental to go crazy, I'm too drunk to be pure
And my mind is playing tricks on me, and I can't sleep tonight
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21st Century Breakdown
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I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Video games through the towers' fall
Homeland security could kill us all
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Basket Case
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Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think, I'm cracking up
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Boulevard of Broken Dreams
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My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then, I walk alone
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Carpe Diem
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A blink of an eye, barely scraping by
Dominated by passersbys
Feeling out of luck when the traffic's stuck
And you're feeling so left behind
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Bang Bang
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I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen
It's my private movie (Holy War!)
Oh, baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta
For this is love, or it's World War Zero!
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99 Revolutions
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We live in troubled times
From the ghettos to an empty suburban home
We live in troubled times
And I'm 99 percent sure that something's wrong, it's all wrong
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Father of All ...
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I got paranoia, baby
And it's so hysterical
Crackin' up under the pressure
Looking for a miracle
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Revolution Radio
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Rise!
Of the slums to the obsolete
The dawn of the new airwaves
For the anti-social media
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Jesus of Suburbia
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And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
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Graffitia
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Are we the last forgotten?
Are we the long lost love?
Are we the last forgotten?
Are we the long lost love?
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