| When you wake up in the morning
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| And there’s an ocean in your chest
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| When you’re trying to find the answers
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| While everybody’s getting rest
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| When your balding daddy tells you
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| You’d better find another way
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| But you can’t hear what he is saying
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| Because of rhythm in your brain
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| When the music’s going through you
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| So you can feel it on your teeth
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| When the sound is getting louder
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| You can take a deeper breath
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| When the hooker’s smiling for you
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| While you’re playing your guitar
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| I wanna tell you, something babe
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| You’re gonna be a superstar
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| When the night comes to the city
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| And you put on your better shoes
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| Every babe and every hippie
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| Wanna make your name tattoos
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| When you hold your Stratocaster
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| And your lip touches microphone
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| Every priest and every bastard
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| Now will find his holy home
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| When the music’s going through you
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| So you can feel it on your teeth
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| When the sound is getting louder
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| You can take a deeper breath
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| When the hooker’s smiling for you
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| While you’re playing your guitar
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| I wanna tell you, something babe
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| You’re gonna be a superstar |