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You're not passing through. |
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Well who the **** are you? |
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I'm off stage, |
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Don't have a lot to say |
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But the party starts anyway. |
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We get into a fight |
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About the show tonight, |
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It's easy to ruin my day. |
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Oh no, knocking on the door, |
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And she's got a lot to say. |
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You end up in our dressing room, |
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You fill us up with crap; |
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This shit won't go away. |
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Oh no, someone's at the door, |
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I have never seen you before. |
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You say you're on the guestlist, |
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You gotta get through. |
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Well who the **** are you? |
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Another day, |
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Another gig to play, |
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I gotta go get away. |
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I'm in the dressing room, |
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People having fun, |
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That's about to change. |
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Oh no, knocking on the door, |
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I've never met you before. |
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You come into our dressing room, |
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You talk a lot of shit, |
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Can't take it no more. |
