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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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