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Bring me your tired and your downtrodden. |
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Show me what you've got left. |
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All those referred to as a dying breed. |
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The last of selflessness. |
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Remember yesteryear when we ruled the scene without a care in the world and nothing to pretend? |
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I swear this town must be the capital. |
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You can't leave home without observing many fine examples of uninhibited rock. |
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These kids don't have a clue when it comes to being cool. |
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We'll have the last word at the maiden show. |
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Whoa! Send me back to my time so |
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I can be with my kind, forever outside the stadium. |
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And we'll fight! |
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Fight for what we believe! |
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What was it we believe? |
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Living this lie is dangerous. |
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We're not going anywhere, oh no. |
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We're ready to rock out with reckless abandon no foolin'. |
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We'll throw caution out the window and show all how it's done. |
