| His parents used to leave him when he was a kid
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| Gave him lots of money thinking that they sinned
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| A sad song playing from long ago
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| Trying hard not to let it show
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| Picking up the pieces in a parking lot
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| Past the road runner and the Stop N Shop
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| When you’re young and there ain’t no peace
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| You hit the gas and you motor east
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| Here come Johnny with a brand new soul
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| All messed up on rock & roll
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| A restless feeling that I can’t control
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| All bent up on rock & roll
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| Always about the music, never smoked or drank
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| A singer down in DC that he used to thank
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| One day he took a turn
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| From that place he could not return
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| Here come Johnny with a brand new soul
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| All fucked up on rock & roll
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| A restless feeling that I can’t control
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| All bent up on rock & roll
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| When I met his father at the funeral home
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| He talked about friendship and simpatico
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| If I knew could I have helped
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| It’s hard not to blame yourself
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| His friends all got together and they sang some songs
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| To help him through and move the spirit along
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| Shakey voices on the mic
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| Someone save my life tonight
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| Here come Johnny with a brand new soul
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| All fucked up on rock & roll
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| A restless feeling that I can’t control
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| All messed up on rock & roll
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| Cadillacs coming and we got to go
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| All fucked up on rock & roll |