| Aaaaaaaahhh…
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| Out of the misery 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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| 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,
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| 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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| Well…
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| (well (x6))
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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! |