| And I’m standing up in my practice room
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| I’m all alone, the speakers almost blown
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| On my new Gibson amp
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| Oh, what the hell
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| Things are not so different in my vocal master
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| You’re the face that launched one thousand shits
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| Greeks and Trojans and their thousand shits
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| The shits lining the shores of Asia Minor
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| Lining on the shores of Asia Minor
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| You can tell that I’m not a minor in Asia no more
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| I’m standing up
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| This is the face that launched a thousand shits
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| I’m standing up
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| This is the face that launched a thousand shits
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| This is the face that shot
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| Who never have replaced
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| Splitting up his kingdom into three separate parts
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| For his sons and their three separate hearts |