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Two o’clock on a Sunday afternoon

Hop on the 7 train, we know just what to do

Switch at Jackson Heights for the F downtown

When we hit the Bowery, we’re ready to explode

Time — never seemed to cross our minds

Never thought that this would end

Change — after all was said and done

We would never be the same

Rain or shine, didn’t mean a thing

Came for the friendly faces and to blow off steam

Big Charlie, Tommy Rat, Brendan’s on the door

Hanging with Johnny Stiff, watching Murphy’s Law

Time — like a thief in the night

Blink your eyes and it’s gone

Change — after all was said and done

We would never change a thing

When life got rough

We couldn’t get enough

It’s where we grew up

Down at the matinee

We made friends for life

Yeah, there were fights

But we turned out alright

Down at the matinee

Now CB’s is closed, the building has been sold

They took away the heart but couldn’t kill the soul

NEW YORK HARDCORE — lives inside of me

NEW YORK HARDCORE — the flag so proudly raised

WORLDWIDE HARDCORE — that’s our family

I’M SO THANKFUL — for those times at the matinee

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