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As he combed his hair |
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The night called out his name |
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Like every hero he has to brag and show his fame |
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Well Joeys got to prove he's the leader of the pack |
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But once you start a running |
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There ain't no turning back |
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He's the kid that cried wolf and got the blame |
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So Joeys on the street again |
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But his freedoms running out |
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When you play with fire |
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One tear can put it out |
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Everybody wants |
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Joey to act his age |
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But like an eagle he's locked in a parrots cage |
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Well Joeys got to prove he's the leader of the pack |
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But once you start a running |
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There ain't no turning back |
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He's the kid that cried wolf and got the blame |
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So Joeys on the street again |
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But his freedoms running out |
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When you play with fire |
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One tear can put it out |
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So he winks to the mirror |
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And brides don't wear his ring |
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Even if I could |
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I'm still there try again |
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Well Joeys got to prove he's the leader of the pack |
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But once you start a running |
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There ain't no turning back |
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He's the kid that cried wolf and got the blame |
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So Joeys on the street again |
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But his freedoms running out |
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When you play with fire |
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One tear can put it out |