| Hey bro, take it slow
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| You ain’t livin' in a video
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| You’re flying low with a high velocity
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| No doubt, you’re stressin' out
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| That ain’t what rock n' roll’s about
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| Get off that one way trip down lonely street
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| Now I know you’ve been kicked around
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| You ain’t alone in this ugly town
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| You stick a needle in your arm
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| You bite the dust, you buy the farm
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid
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| What ya tryin' to do
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid
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| They win you lose
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| Hey, hye, hey, hey, hey stoopid
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| C’mon girl, it’s a better day
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| Get your foot out of that grave
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| Don’t let that one love tear your world apart
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| C’mon babe, kick that stuff
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| Show the street it ain’t so tough
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| Quit lyin' around with a crippled, broken heart
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| Now I know you’ve been seeing red
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| Don’t put a pistol to your head
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| Sometimes your answer’s heaven sent
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| Your way is so damn permanent
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| Now I know you’ve been kicked around
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| You ain’t alone in this ugly town
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| You stick a needle in your arm
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| You bite the dust, you buy the farm
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| This ain’t your daddy talkin'
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| You know, I know
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| Your story ain’t so shocking
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| You know, I know
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| Blow some steam
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| C’mon and scream |