| He had a lot to offer
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| A teenager born to suffer
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| But silence was golden in those days
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| And they dreamed about him
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| The way he combed his hair
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| Oh, what you wouldn’t give
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| If you could’ve been there
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| There was grease on the street
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| As the war gave birth to James
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| Young, tough so defiant
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| In the fifties he was giant
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| Oh, it’s time
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| Take a look at James
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| Everything has changed
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| Nothin' stays the same
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| His smile came only rarely
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| Even then it was a smile that barely
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| Sacrificed the mood we found so new
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| 'Cause he was a rebel rouser
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| He was hands on hips
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| He was lookin' back in anger
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| 'Cause Mama used a whip
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| There was grease on the street
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| As the war gave birth to James
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| North and south, east of Eden
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| He doesn’t even need no reason
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| Oh, it’s time
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| Take a look at James
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| Everything, everything
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| Everything has changed
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| He was a rebel rouser
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| He was a rebel rouser
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| He was hands on hips
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| He was lookin' back in anger
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| 'Cause Mama used a whip
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| There was grease on the street
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| As the war gave birth to James
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| Ridin' down a two lane alley
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| Pedal on the metal straight to the valley
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| Oh, it’s time
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| Take a look at James
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| Everything, everything, everything
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| Everything has changed |