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I read the paper just the other day |
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About a buddy of mine who headed to an early grave |
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They say he went in his sleep with a smile on his face |
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Bet he was dreaming 'bout better days |
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When the crash of the drums hit like waves on a beach |
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That cheap bass and guitar and our wildest dreams |
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We were searching for a savior like anybody else |
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Trying to save ourselves from ourselves |
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Just a garage band |
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We weren't alive, we were livin' in Garageland |
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Our parents all held jobs but we had other plans |
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We acted like our heroes, they just didn't understand |
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And we were never afraid to fall |
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It was us and those four walls |
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Just a garage band |
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We weren't alive, we were livin' in Garageland |
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Nothing else felt so right |
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Just us, those guitars and a Saturday night |
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Yeah! |
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'Cause with a strap on your back, you have wings on your feet |
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You felt like a king when you walked down the street |
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We heard those old records and knew we belonged |
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When the drums hit the groove, we all sing along |
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Just a garage band |
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Oh, we were livin' in Garageland |
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Just a garage band |
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We weren't alive, we were livin' in Garageland |
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Nothing else felt so right |
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It was us, those guitars and a Saturday night. |
