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Dave Bidini |
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(Hey, everybody, David's gonna sing a song right now for all you kids...) |
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Everyone out here, dear, is rocking tonight. |
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And they're all rocking out 'cause it's cool. |
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But someone I know is at home losing hope, |
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Thinking how far he'll fall |
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And with what length of rope. |
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Well, everyone out here, dear, is crawling the floor. |
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And they're all getting worked up like never before. |
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But someone I know is at home losing hope |
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For the people he once called his friends. |
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"All I want is over. |
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'Cause, every little thing you bitched about came true." |
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Everyone out here, dear, is silent tonight. |
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'Cause they all knew he would go, |
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But they didn't think tonight. |
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And he sent them a message they'll never live down. |
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And he sent them a note that went something like this: |
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"Well, everyone out here, dear, should stop it right there, |
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Till someday they learn to use their brains for more |
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Than: 'How many two-fours can you fit in a trunk?' |
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And 'How many beer is that apiece?'" |
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Everyone out here, dear, is rocking tonight. |
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And they're all rocking out 'cause it's cool. |
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But you're far away where the Indians pray |
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On the steps of the Winchester Arms. |
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(I'm from the family of rock!) |
