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Night out with the lads, drinks free flowing,
Jokes, everyone happy,
Someone pipes up, Let's get a bag,
Some Charlie.
People throw in some cash,
We'll need a quarter to go round, Easily.
Rooms filled with a couple handfuls of angsty teens
waiting for the next band to plug in and tune,
sweat dripping from the collective brow
of the future of society, the new movement;
