| I never was a cool kid
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| No one ever really gave a damn what I did
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| I loved to party, but I never got invited
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| Alone again so, me, myself and I
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| Tried karaoke
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| But they told me I was only OK
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| I guess I never should have sang Beyonce or MJ
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| So I dropped the mic
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| Oh, yeah
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| All the people in the bar turned round and stared
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| I was on my knees and whipping round my hair
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| And I knew that I was winning
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| Close my eyes and see the crowd
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| But my fingers don’t make any sound
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| My air guitar
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| I keep it with me night and day
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| You won’t believe the way that I can play
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| My air guitar
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| Air guitar
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| Like this
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| (Bom chicka wah wah)
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| In my head I am a rock star
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| And I probably date a popstar
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| A popstar and a model on the side
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| I know I’ll never make it
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| But tonight I’m good enough to fake it
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| Bend an imaginary string and break it, replace it
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| In the backstage of my mind
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| But I know my friends all think I’m living such a lie
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| But the lie they think I’m living gets me high
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| It’s the gift that keeps on giving
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| Close my eyes and see the crowd
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| But my fingers don’t make any sound
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| My air guitar
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| Jimmy Page and Brian May
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| Won’t believe the way that I can play
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| My air guitar
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| Air guitar
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| Like this
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| And you think there’s nothing there
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| It’s simply made of air
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| You laugh but you’re just scared
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| Try it if you dare
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| Air guitar
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| Air guitar
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| I take it with me everywhere
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| Yeah, but you don’t even know it’s there
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| My air guitar
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| Air guitar
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| Close my eyes and see the crowd
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| But my fingers don’t make any sound
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| My air guitar
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| I keep it with me night and day
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| You won’t believe the way that I can play
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| My air guitar
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| Air guitar
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| Like this
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| Like this |