| To all the would-be stars
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| Who are stuck in karaoke bars
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| To all the would-be lovers
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| That always seem to dream alone
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| To all the second guessers
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| And assistant managers
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| (Totally Rad Guitar Solo)
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| To all the second born
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| To those who broke their mother’s hearts.
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| With their tattoos and their drinking problems.
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| We’re beautiful.
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| Like a rock in a cop’s face
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| And when its hard to find
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| Don’t let the bastards drag ya down.
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| Get in line for a life that you hate.
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| But wheres the heart in that?
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| Why do we choose out of fear and practicality?
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| If we all gotta die alone then tonight let’s get drunk and talk real close.
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| Count down the minutes till we get home.
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| You’re beautiful like a rock in a cop’s face.
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| And when its hard to find,
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| Don’t let the bastards drag you down.
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| You’re a beautiful sight for sore eyes
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| You’re like a rock in a cops face.
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| And when its hard to find,
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| Don’t let the bastards drag you down. |