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{pyro!!}{pyro!!} |
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aaaaaaaahhh... |
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out of the misery {(hup, hup, hup, hup!)} to wash my soul |
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out of the ground with a new eight count I never came to Rock 'n' Roll |
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check in the mirror, and I don't mind |
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same old cracks in the face and glass a-just a little more defined |
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saw the mike in the distance, avoiding the business |
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and me? in time - let it shine, let it shine |
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CHORUS: |
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well... |
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I wanna go where the people go, yeah (x4) |
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take me there, anywhere, just so long as there's an atmosphere we'll be round, round, round |
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come on down, we all went down... |
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show me a hero of head and heart |
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rid of the stars and the blah-blah-blahs would be a worthy way to start |
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greater the cliches that go round and around |
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I wanna be where the (cunts/****s) like me are buried six feet underground |
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if pride is a memory, is nobody angry? |
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and me? in time - let it shine, let it shine |
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CHORUS |
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well... |
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(well (x6)) |
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CHORUS |
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we went down (x3) |
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we all went down, we went down |
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we all went down, hey! |
