| Oh, the song don’t care who does the singing
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| And the song don’t care about getting on the radio
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| The song ain’t never in a hurry
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| Ain’t got nowhere to go
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| And the song don’t need no rock stars
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| And the song don’t need no electric guitars
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| The song don’t care just how you get it
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| As long as you get it
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| So, let it fill up your soul, yeah
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| It needs you singing along in your bedroom, alone
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| With ten thousand friends all holding high
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| Your lit up cellphones
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| It needs you torn apart
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| It needs the 2am's, wide awake, with a broken heart
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| You starry eyed dreamers
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| Filling karaoke bars
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| Hoo
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| Oh, the song don’t need expensive speakers
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| And the song don’t care about broke-ass headphones
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| The song wants you to feel it
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| Wants you to need it and you need it
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| To fill up your soul, yeah
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| It needs you singing along in your bedroom, alone
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| With ten thousand friends all holding high
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| Your lit up cellphones
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| It needs you torn apart
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| It needs 2am's wide awake with a broken heart
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| You drumming on the dash
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| With a pretty girl, playing air guitar
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| My song, your song
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| Everybody’s got a perfect one
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| First dance, last chance
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| Find one for your new romance
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| Woo
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| My song, your song
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| Everybody got a perfect one
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| Let it fill up your soul, yeah
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| It needs you singing along in your bedroom, alone
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| With ten thousand friends all holding high
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| Your lit up cellphones
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| It needs you torn apart
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| It needs 2am's wide awake cause someone stole your heart
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| Starry eyed dreamers singing out
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| In every dive and bar
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| Let it fill up your soul
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| Uh huh, uh huh
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| Let it fill up your soul |