| You think you’re a loser baby
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| But you drive all the girls crazy
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| You’re not too screwed up punk
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| You’re a tall tally-ho
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| Your whole life is disenchanted
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| Take yr looks from hugh granted
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| You still follow all blues night
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| You’re nothing like them friend
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| Friend you’re cute
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| You’re not denied lou, 29
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| Hey boy take my advice mark, 22
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| Writing songs in yr sleep john, 29
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| Stop pretending yr a creep trend pretty
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| You say yr head is like a hole
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| But yr tune so much soul
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| You brought back another tour
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| Don’t forget your four by four
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| Get one you miss right
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| Many girls will spent a night
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| Stop bringing back the bitch who screwed you
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| There’s a million who would do you
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| Friend you’re cute
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| You’re not denied scott, 24
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| Hey boy take my advice jane, 29
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| You could play guitar in a dream page, 35
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| Is bad of all that seems steve, 29
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| Acting like a social retard
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| Can it really be there hard?
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| You shake their hands and smile
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| But not a whim to bear yr child (?)
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| State of rock is pathetic
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| Your songs are prophetic
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| You’re a twenty-century boy
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| Come’on boy don’t you know? |