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Dear Sir, |
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I want to be a Rock and Roll preacher, |
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Crunch the boards, |
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A regular incendiary teacher. |
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Tour the world and go to places I can't name, |
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Taste a little luxury resplendent in my fame. |
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Got a day job, |
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Just to make ends meet. |
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Nighttime, |
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I Rock and Roll on Desperation Street. |
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All or nothing! |
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All or nothing! |
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If you don't like my tape, |
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There's an S.A.E. |
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It's all I could afford, |
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Cos it's all I wanna be. |
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It's an uphill struggle, |
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On mountainous terrain, |
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Each show a foothold, |
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Getting closer to my aim. |
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Got a day job, |
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Just to make ends meet. |
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Nighttime, |
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I Rock and Roll on Desperation Street. |
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All or nothing! |
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All or nothing! |
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Ruthless marauder, |
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Tears the place apart. |
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Storm trooper breaks another heart. |
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People who destroy me, |
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Can't see what it means. |
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Searching for a song to ride out my dreams. |
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All or nothing! |
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All or nothing! |
