| there’s a diary for rock 'n' roll men
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| you catch’em as they free their minds
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| from one crowded street to another
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| from one hog town to the next
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| they’ll tell you why the world stands on end
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| why music is the luck of friends
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| from any state to any province
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| there’s a diary for rock 'n' roll men
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| there gonna tell ya
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| sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips
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| sometimes we got lemon twist lips
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| sometimes we like circles and dots
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| sometimes we like love we like open hearts
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| sometimes we get electric shocks
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| we get our words mixed up
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| we get stomach knots
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| sometimes we write the diary for rock 'n' roll men
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| sometimes we are…
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| there’s a diary for rock 'n' roll men
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| they get anxious and lose their minds
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| they dream about setting those misty cities on fire again
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| they’ll tell you why the world stands on end
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| why music is the luck of friends
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| from any state to any province
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| there’s a diary for rock 'n' roll men
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| they’re gonna tell ya
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| sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips
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| sometimes we got lemon twist lips |
| sometimes we like circles and dots
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| sometimes we like love we like open hearts
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| sometimes we get electric shocks
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| we get our words mixed up
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| we get stomach knots
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| sometimes we write the diary for rock 'n' roll men
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| sometimes we are…
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| we’re going to tell you
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| sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips
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| firecracker eyes and lemon twist lips |