| We were drinkin’dinner on th SUnset Strip
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| The girls doin’powder got a little on her lip
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| It’s just another night
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| Man I can’t take this
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| Runnin’outta money and I can’t pay the rent
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| The man at the label say we’ll never write a hit
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| Shit
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| Man I can’t take this anymore
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| Everything’s dr-dr-drivin'me crazy
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| I’m tickin’like time bomb
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| And I’m about to blow
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| What’s it gonna take to make it What’s it gonna take to make it
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| I’m a sorry mother f**ker tired of livin’in the gutter
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| Get me outta here
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| What’s it gonna take to make it
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| I’ll do anything but fake it What’s it gonna take to make it here
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| So we wrote another song cut a demo on a dime
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| They didn’t like the sound
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| We didn’t fit the times
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| And the radio station said «it's way too loud»
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| We took it to the streets just to prove 'em all wrong
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| We knew we had it right, yeah, we knew it all along
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| It’s just another fight
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| Man I can’t take this
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| Everything’s dr-dr-drivin'me crazy
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| I’m tickin’like time bomb
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| And I’m about to blow
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| What’s it gonna take to make it In the city of sin and the decay of angels
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| What’s it gonna take
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| To Make it out of here |