| When I think of the beginning, he was singing how to pay for memory.
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| Half forgotten, half remembered, always cherished because I paid for memories.
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| I was walking in the moonlight, he was with me when I paid for memories.
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| 13, laying in my bed, covers pulled up over my head.
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| Joey Ramone rocking in my head. |
| Uh oh, I’m already loco.
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| 13, with a bad bad brain. |
| A lost boy in Pennsylvania.
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| Joey sang so sweet to me. |
| Uh oh, I’m already loco.
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| There’s a danger when you pay for memories.
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| It’s a long way back when you pay for memories.
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| Gabba gabba hey! |
| Gabba gabba ho!
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| I met him once at a punk rock show.
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| He shook my hand and he shook my soul.
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| Uh oh, I’m already loco.
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| Too tough to die but when I leave, sprinkle my ashes on Rockaway Beach
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| Life’s a gas, at least for me. |
| Uh oh, I’m already loco.
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| Here today, gone tomorrow?
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| Why not make a memory?
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| Here today, gone tomorrow?
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| Why not pay for some memories? |