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Well, I walked into the bar and |
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I put in twenty bucks |
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Because I know people's taste in music sucks |
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About four hours had passed |
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Forty picks and my empty glass |
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A tasty number all dressed in black |
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Tried to rock us with her wack attack |
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There was no fuss, we knew her game |
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You look great but all your songs are lame |
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Bullying the jukebox because it's fun |
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You can't get near it until we're done |
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Bullying the jukebox because we rule |
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All the songs we like are really cool |
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Songs of punk and songs of joy |
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Love songs about girls and boys |
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Songs of metal and |
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English stuff |
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And some hardcore songs to make us feel tough |
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But we all agreed that the songs of woe |
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And the songs of loved ones who had to go |
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Churned up memories of times we dreamt that |
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Got us all verklempt |
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Bullying the jukebox because it's fun |
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You can't get near it until we're done |
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Bullying the jukebox because we rule |
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All the songs we like are really cool |
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Whoa, because it's fun |
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Whoa, until we're done |
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Whoa, because we rule |
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Whoa, really cool |
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Drank until our last song |
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We paid our tab and we said so long |
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Swerving in and out of cars |
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It's off to rock another bar |
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Bullying the jukebox because it's fun |
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You can't get near it until we're done |
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Bullying the jukebox because we rule |
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All the songs we like are really cool |
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Whoa, because it's fun |
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Whoa, until we're done |
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Whoa, because we rule |
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Whoa, really cool |
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Bullying the jukebox because it's fun |
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You can't get near it until we're done |
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Bullying the jukebox because we rule |
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All the songs we like are really cool |
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Whoa, because it's fun |
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Whoa, until we're done |
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Whoa, because we rule |
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Whoa, we're really cool, hey |
