| Come on!
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| I started out alone
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| Down avenues and open roads
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| The same girls, the same streets
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| Her dirty stage and empty seats
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| I said hey fortune teller take it from me
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| You really can’t count on anything
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| Except the sound and the dream
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| The shape of things you never see
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| I said he looks like a boy
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| But when he sings oh man
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| Cheap sunglasses and a rock and roll tan
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| Mo mo money and mo mo fans
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| Rock and roll angel to answer his prayers
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| He’s got the crowd on his side and the blue jean lights in his eyes
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| Gonna call Paul Stanley on the telephone in the middle of the night (middle of
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| night)
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| And if he doesn’t die young then he’ll fake it
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| He spills his blood on the stage but it’s never enough
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| Holds his hands to the sky and he smiles cause he won’t make it
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| He headed west alone
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| Late every night, so far from home
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| Then we crashed, and we burned
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| We live on the edge, we’ll never learn
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| I said he looks like a boy
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| But when he sings oh man
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| Cheap sunglasses and a rock and roll tan
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| Mo mo money and mo mo fans
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| Rock and roll angel to answer his prayers
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| He’s got the crowd on his side and the blue jean lights in his eyes
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| Gonna call Paul Stanley on the telephone in the middle of the night (middle of
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| night)
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| And if he doesn’t die young then he’ll fake it
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| He spills his blood on the stage but it’s never enough
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| Holds his hands to the sky and he smiles cause he won’t make it
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| I realize what keeps me awake
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| My every wild dream come true
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| I think I found my rock and roll angel in you (in you)
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| Yeah
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| He has the crowd on his side and the blue jean light in his eyes
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| Gonna call Paul Stanley on the telephone in the middle of the night (middle of
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| night)
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| And if he doesn’t die young then he’ll fake it
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| He spills his blood on the stage but it’s never enough
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| Holds his hands to the sky and he smiles cause he won’t make it
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| Oh yea
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| Cause he won’t make it |