| Bright lights, big city,
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| Tonight the skids are coming to town
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| We’re gonna paint it up in bright colors,
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| Like Davie Lee back in '83
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| Ohh, we’re still standing alone
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| Ohh, we’re good at being alone
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| Get the gear, rip it up, tear it all down
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| Repeat pattern in a different town
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| We look sharp, though we ain’t going nowhere
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| We lost the battle, we lost the fight
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| We’re alright, until we’re not
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| And then we just start over again
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| We’re gonna paint it up in bright colors
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| Like Mr. Sixx back in '86
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| Ohh, we’re still standing alone
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| Ohh, we’re good at being alone
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| We tell tales from our days in a broken down van
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| Singing we shall overcome you all
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| «Let me go, rock’n’roll» on the radio
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| We bring the matches, the fuel and we’re coming to town
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| Ohh, we’re still standing alone
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| Ohh, we’re good at being alone
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| We lock good though we aint going nowhere
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| We’re still standing alone
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| Ohh, we’re good at being alone |