| Well
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| This is, for my band
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| The ones who shared the struggle
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| The whining and the bitching
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| Sat on my sofa
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| My friends all went to college
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| I still live in my dad’s house!
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| Thinking, about it
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| And though you may regret it
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| You said it cause you meant it
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| Always, together
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| A touch of cabin fever
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| We find out how we really feel
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| This girl that I’m so sick of
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| This girl that I’m so sick of
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| This girl that I’m so sick of
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| This girl that I’m so sick of
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| When I, was fifteen
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| I swear it looked so easy
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| You go out and you get paid
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| Cut to an LP
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| You slam it on the TV
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| And now its just another day down
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| And it’s another month gone
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| God knows how many shows
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| Yeah we still keep moving on and on
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| But that’s rock’n’roll I spose
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| Girl…
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| Girl…
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| This girl that I’m so sick of
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| This girl that I’m so sick of
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| This girl that I’m so sick of
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| This girl that I’m so sick of
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| My name is Freddy Kreuger
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| And I’ve got the elm street blues
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| I’ve got a hand like a knife rack
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| And I die in every film!
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| This girl that I’m so sick of
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| This girl that I’m so sick of
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| This girl that I’m so sick of
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| This girl that I don’t love |