the lyrics.
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A Beautiful Mistake 
All You Can Ever Learn Is What You Already Know
Alone In Santa Cruz
Anderson
Angry Nerd Rock
Answer
Are We There Yet?
As We Speak
Bad Case Of Broken Heart
Ben Lee
Better Way
Between You And Me
Bite My Tongue
Blind And Unkind
Blue Skies, Broken Hearts... Next 12 Exits
Boxcar
Broken Promise Ring
Choices
Clara
Eight Of Nine
Fast Times At Drop-Out High
Four Chord Wonder
Giving Up On Love
Hello & Goodbye 
Hey, Kid!
How I Spent My Summer Vacation
I Remember You 
I Won't Spend Another Night Alone
I.O.U. One Galaxy
If You Really Want To Hear About It
In Spite Of The World 
In This Diary
Lately
Let It Burn
Let It Go
Life Makes No Sense
Looking Back On Today
Losing Streak
Make It Last
My Hotel Year
My Reply
My So Called Life
Myself
Neilhouse
Not A Worry In The World
On With The Snow
P.S. The Scene Is Dead
Perfectly Happy
Radio #2
Ray...
Road Signs + Rock Songs
San Dimas High School Football Rules
Sleepy
So Long, Astoria
Song 13
Song For A Mix Tape
Summer '79
Summer Wind Was Always Our Song
Take Me Back
Takeoffs And Landings
Teenage Riot
That Special Girl
The Boys Of Summer
The Hero Dies In This One
The Last Song I Will Ever Write About a Girl
The Night The Lights Went Out In NYC
The Radio Still Sucks
The Saddest Song
Unopened Letter To The World
Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, Start
You Need A Hug
Your Boyfriend Sucks

If You Really Want To Hear About It

another lonely seaside town
where the seasons closed it down.
but if you close your eyes
you can almost hear the sounds of crowds gone by.

another year you'll all be here
falling in love and watching sunsets and sunrises.
it'll be grand and just what you planned
'til tomorrow comes and you've said your last goodbyes.
he says he'll write, but he won't write
and you will waste your time
so stay the fuck home and greet everyone with goodbye.

on this lonely winter's day
while all the crowds were still away
I realized the attraction
to temporary smiles and holidays.

boardwalk dreams all boarded up
another souvenir made to be broken.
chasing the sun isn't my kind of fun.
I'd rather sit and catch snowflakes on my tongue.
when summers gone I won't be sad
as you cling on to all the good times that you've had
'cause being alone isn't really all that bad.

don't ever tell anyone anything
or else you'll wind up missing everybody.
don't ever tell anyone anything.

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