| I was raised on New York rock and roll
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| I took control
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| I was cool
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| Made the rounds
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| Made the record hops
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| I hit the top
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| Played the fool
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| From above I truly heard a friend
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| Truly now you must be born again
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| I put away my idols
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| I stripped away all the titles
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| Money wrinkles and things do decay
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| I put away my idols
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| I was living by my horoscope
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| Taking pills to cope
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| With my pain
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| Rock and roll was my identity
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| My whole security
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| I made a name
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| Truly from above I heard a friend
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| Truly now you must be born again
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| I put away my idols
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| I stripped away all the titles
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| Money wrinkles and things do decay
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| I put away my idols
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| Looking back over my years
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| My story did unfold
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| I worshipped people and their gifts
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| Not the gift giver at all
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| Well you see
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| People they’ve come and gone
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| But life in Him goes on and on
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| He’s given me a brand new song
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| To sing
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| I put away my idols
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| I stripped away all the titles
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| Money wrinkles and things do decay
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| I put away my idols
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| Truly now you must be born again
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| Truly that’s the way you will begin
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| You put away your idols
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| I stripped away the titles
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| Money wrinkles
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| Things do decay
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| I put away my idols
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| Cadillacs end up in the junkyard
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| I put away my idols |