| i’m richie dagger
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| i can stomp and swagger
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| i can take on all your heroes
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| i’m richie dagger
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| i’m young and i’m haggard
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| the boy that nobody owns
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| he sits in his corner like a child despised
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| a crazy sort of cast comes over his eyes-
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| thats richie daggers crime
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| he’s that sort of boy that was never much loved
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| his idea of fun was society’s grudge-
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| thats richie daggers crime
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| his life was such a mess
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| and his friends werent quite the best
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| but he was satisfied-
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| thats richie daggers crime
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| suck me in and spit me out
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| devour me in haste-
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| (Chorus)
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| he could set your mind ablaze
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| with sparkling eyes and visionary case
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| he stood like a remnant from an outbreak past
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| wore something in his ear
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| and boy was he a sass-
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| (Chorus) |