| I don’t see how you survive, yeah
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| Bein' one of the guys
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| Bein' one of the guys
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| You tell me 'bout your good times
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| Fistfights and stuff like that
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| Screamin' tires, throwin' beer cans
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| You tell me that’s where it’s at
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| You goin' down to the drive-in boy
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| Just to start trouble there
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| You’re diggin' Stones and the Beatles too
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| But you put down long hair
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| I don’t see how you survive, yeah
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| Bein' one of the guys
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| Bein' one of the guys
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| Hey, get it, get it, hey, hey
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| Hey, when you come up face to face
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| With somethin' you can’t understand
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| You go on ahead with your ostrich bit
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| Stickin' your head in the sand
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| Just because you can’t handle baby
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| My brand of reality
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| Don’t try to erase our differences
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| By usin' your fists on me
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| I don’t see how you survive, yeah
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| Bein' one of the guys
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| Bein' one of the guys
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| Bein' one of the guys
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| Bein' one of the guys, yeah one of the guys, yeah
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| One of the guys
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| One of the guys
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| Hey |