| Jumping off this cliff into a dream
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| Strum these chords so hard I’m snapping strings
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| Chuggachunk fifths and metal riffs
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| Rockin' so hard we’re breakin' hips
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| But now its up to us to be the change
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| And single-handedly redeem the scene
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| Stages are for bands
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| And catwalks are for models
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| How’d we ever get these two confused?
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| Put your girlfriend’s pants
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| Right back where you got them
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| I hate to be the one to break the news
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| But rock and roll was never meant for you
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| Throw your fist up high then pull it down
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| Throw us out if we’re not underground
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| Watching these bands blow up and out
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| Headed up north just to make it south
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| So now its up to us to be the voice
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| Of giving every fan another choice
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| Stages are for bands
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| And catwalks are for models
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| How’d we ever get these two confused?
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| Put your girlfriend’s pants
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| Right back where you got them
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| I hate to be the one to break the news
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| But rock and roll was never meant for you
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| I wanna look into your eyes and not just see the dollars signs
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| I want a tiny glimpse into your soul
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| The songs that my band loves to sing
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| Are not just songs for marketing
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| They belong to you to love and hold
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| Stages are for bands
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| And catwalks are for models
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| How’d we ever get these two confused?
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| Put your girlfriend’s pants
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| Right back where you got them
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| I hate to be the one to break the news
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| But rock and roll was never meant for you |