| Well, you write all your books about old rock and roll
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| The 50s, the 60s, the boogie, the soul
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| You put it on record, and sometimes you lie
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| But the artists, they lived, and they loved, and they died…
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| So I bought a guitar, and I learned me some tunes
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| I wrote me some songs, but they fell into ruins
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| And the music kept coming, I know how we tried
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| Still, the artists, they lived, and the loved, and they died…
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| But everybody’s got a rock and roll fantasy
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| And baby I’ll have mine
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| I’ve seen you play your guitars and pianos
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| And shaking your heads to the time
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| Imaginary crowds in Madison Square front-row
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| And I know you’ll be trying
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| But everybody’s got a rock and roll fantasy
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| And baby, I’ll have mine!
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| Well, the people, they listened, if just for a while
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| They gave us an inch, so we took us a mile
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| If we were up, they’d put us down, if we were down, they’d smile
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| Still, the artists, they lived, and they loved, and they died…
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| But everybody’s got a rock and roll fantasy
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| And baby I’ll have mine
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| I’ve seen you play your guitars and pianos |
| And shaking your heads to the time
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| Imaginary crowds in Madison Square front-row
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| And I know you’ll be trying
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| But everybody’s got a rock and roll fantasy
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| And baby, I’ll have mine!
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| Half past four in the morning, at the end of the line
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| We were in a motel and we were drinking some wine
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| Someone played our old record, he was taking a ride
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| Still, the artists, they lived, and they loved, and they died…
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| But everybody’s got a rock and roll fantasy
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| And baby I’ll have mine
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| I’ve seen you play your guitars and pianos
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| And shaking your heads to the time
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| Imaginary crowds in Madison Square front-rows
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| And I know you’ll be trying
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| But everybody’s got a rock and roll fantasy
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| And baby, I’ll have mine!
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| Rock and roll fantasy! |