| Another sad sad day
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| The world’s KO’d again
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| And I used to always say
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| No one could hit, like my old man
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| Do you really have to be so tough
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| Is it necessary to talk so (son of a bitchin) rough
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| Hey ain’t there some place I could fit in
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| Could I find a little action there
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| Hey wait just a minute, I don’t really care
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| Any place is bound to be better
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| Than where I’m standin'
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| Yeah I wish that for just one day
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| Hey ya know I wouldn’t have to be afraid
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| And ashamed of its work
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| And its disgusting glory
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| Welcome to the alley of the angels
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| Hey they say your eyes can gleam
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| When you can a just tell the truth all night
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| (And you can a chase them dreams all night)
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| Welcome to the alley of the angels
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| (They say) The reckless young hearts
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| Beat to (the flash of) the neon lights
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| Look at those kids, they’re such a mess
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| Just can’t teach 'em no respect
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| They want the world
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| And they want the best on a silver platter
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| Hey but ain’t that, sometime son
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| The kids grew up and the world moved on
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| They’re just lookin' for some place in the sun
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| So they would not shatter
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| Welcome to the alley of the angels
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| Hey they say your eyes can gleam
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| When you can a just tell the truth all night
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| (And you can a chase them dreams all night)
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| Welcome to the alley of the angels
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| (They say) The reckless young hearts
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| Beat to (the flash of) the neon lights
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| Do you really have to be so tough
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| Is it necessary to talk so (son of a bitchin) rough
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| Hey ain’t there some place I could fit in
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| Welcome to the alley of the angles |