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We grew our hair down to our eyes |
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Dancing miles toward the throne |
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But oh sometimes a grave is marked by a milestone |
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And when the time comes to go and rock'n'roll alone |
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I'll march around this town drunk |
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With 'Out Of Step' in my headphones |
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Faking like I'm throwing rocks at cops |
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'Cause I am too scared to let go |
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Just let go of all I know |
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And there's a day in a month in the year |
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When "Thank you I'm so glad to be here |
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I like all those pictures on your wall" and all that |
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Is what you're supposed to say |
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But hey is it that wrong |
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To just give thanks for a holiday? |
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There's a hole in my chest |
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Where the sunshine don't fit |
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But my heart still works |
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It beats through my shirt like a whip |
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Striking down the bandits and the benedicts |
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Striking them down into the ground |
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Striking them down watching them bleed |
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Calling them bozos making them leave |
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You grew your hair down to your eyes |
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(Why'd you grow your hair down to your eyes?) |
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When you grew your hair down to your eyes |
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Was it for me? |