| We grew our hair down to our eyes
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| Dancing miles toward the throne
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| But oh sometimes a grave is marked by a milestone
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| And when the time comes to go and rock’n’roll alone
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| I’ll march around this town drunk
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| With 'Out Of Step' in my headphones
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| Faking like I’m throwing rocks at cops
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| 'Cause I am too scared to let go Just let go of all I know
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| And there’s a day in a month in the year
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| When «Thank you I’m so glad to be here
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| I like all those pictures on your wall"and all that
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| Is what you’re supposed to say
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| But hey is it that wrong
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| To just give thanks for a holiday?
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| There’s a hole in my chest
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| Where the sunshine don’t fit
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| But my heart still works
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| It beats through my shirt like a whip
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| Striking down the bandits and the benedicts
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| Striking them down into the ground
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| Striking them down watching them bleed
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| Calling them bozos making them leave
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| You grew your hair down to your eyes
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| (Why'd you grow your hair down to your eyes?)
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| When you grew your hair down to your eyes
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| Was it for me? |