| Sing my songs, never thought I’d make it this far
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| Weren’t so long ago that I used to sell nine bars
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| I live my life, I can provide it 'cause I got scars
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| Chant my name while I’m strummin' on my guitar
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| She said she had a thing for James Dean
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| And the music from the 50s
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| When they used to keep the streets clean
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| Faded memories of a young teen
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| Like the echo of an old dream
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| I carved her name into a sunbeam
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| 'Cause she’s my sun queen
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| Fakes in bands only wanna get wasted
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| They wear nice clothes but they’ll never even taste it
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| Ripped off songs, first you copy, then you paste it
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| The boy’s got soul but he musta replaced it
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| She said she had a thing for James Dean
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| And the music from the 50s
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| When they used to keep the streets clean
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| Faded memories of a young teen
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| Like the echo of an old dream
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| I carved her name into a sunbeam
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| 'Cause she’s my sun queen
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| She said she had a thing for James Dean
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| And the music from the 50s
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| When they used to keep the streets clean
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| Faded memories of a young teen
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| Like the echo of an old dream
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| I carved her name into a sunbeam
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| 'Cause she’s my sun queen |