| Drag me through these awful scenes
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| Of messed up lives in magazines
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| I will be there for you,
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| Can you be there for me too?
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| I’m still here, you are there
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| I’m sick and tired of being left in the air
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| And I will be there for her, can she be there for me too?
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| No mundane options for you today
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| Don’t give up your life in any way
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| No mundane options for us today
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| Don’t hang up your boots, don’t throw 'em away
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| They will come, and they will go,
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| But I’ll be there at every show
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| And I will be there for you,
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| Can you be there for me too?
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| Take us down to poison us all,
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| I’m to the teeth, a brick and a ball
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| I will be there for her,
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| Can she be there for me, too?
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| No mundane options for you today
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| Don’t give up your life in any way
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| No mundane options for us today
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| Don’t hang up your boots, there’s still time to play
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| No one says it’s boring
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| Messin' up this life
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| Some people say it’s easy,
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| It’s not that easy; |
| turn it back
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| No mundane options for you today
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| Put on your rags, we’re off out to play
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| No mundane options for us today
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| Don’t hang up your boots, don’t throw 'em away
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| No mundane options for you today,
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| Put on your rags, we’re off out to play
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| No mundane options for us today
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| Don’t hang up your boots, there’s still time to play
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