| Since I was young I’ve always felt some sort of trouble
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| The nervous one with his finger on the buzzer
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| Bless my poor mother she always knew somethin' was goin on, with her son
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| I guess it shows…
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| I guess it shows that some things are clearer than others
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| My rock n rolls been causing all kinda problems
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| Amongst my friends and the ones I call my brothers
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| It’s not fun… No it’s not.
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| I hit a wall about a half week ago when
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| My rock n roll became lodged between my two extremes yeah
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| Heavy metal and love songs oh so sweet became confused… So confused I didn’t
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| know…
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| I asked my boy Eddy down at the studio and
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| He got annoyed and said, «Why can’t you keep them together?»
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| Now that’s a point, but it’s always much easier said than done. |
| No it’s not,
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| he said hey…
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| Since I was young I’ve always felt some sort of trouble
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| The nervous one with his finger on the buzzer
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| Bless my poor mother she always knew somethin' was goin on, with her son
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| I guess it shows…
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| I guess it shows that some things are clearer than others
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| My rock n rolls been causing all kinda problems
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| Amongst my friends and the ones I call my brothers
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| It’s not fun… No it’s not.
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| Rock N Roll…
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| Rock N Roll…
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| Rock N Roll…
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| Rock N Roll…
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| My Rock N Roll
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| Rock N Roll…
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| Rock N Roll…
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| Rock N Roll…
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| My Rock N Roll…
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| Since I was young I’ve always felt some sort of trouble
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| The nervous one with his finger on the buzzer
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| Bless my poor mother she always knew somethin' was goin on, with her son |