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Mister Rock and Roller, you're never gonna die |
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Out in the washroom, they busted tonight |
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The blue suited soldiers, with the coke sniffin' hounds |
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Come out of your nightmares and run you to the ground |
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Run you to the ground, run you to the ground |
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How come you never, get wise to what you see |
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Yesterday's newspapers blankets in the street |
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Running from your demons, they're out to get your soul |
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To much human debris, on the sidewalks of world |
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Sidewalks of the world sidewalks of the world |
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Run for your life to keep on with the living |
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'Cause we've all been right and wrong |
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Holding your ground on your own |
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The word is out you're going down |
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And no one will ever know |
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Look out rock and roller you'll never want to die |
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They hide in the washroom and bust in tonight |
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The blue suited soldiers with the coke sniffin' hounds |
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Come out of your nightmares to run you to the ground |
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Run you to the ground run you to the ground |
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Run for your life to keep on with the living |
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'Cause we've all been right and wrong |
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Holding your ground on your own |
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The word is out you're going down |
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And no one will ever know |
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Run for your life to keep on with the living |
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'Cause we've all been right and wrong |
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Holding your ground on your own |
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The word is out you're going down |
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And no one will ever know |
