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He rocked his way through yesterday, Lord he thought he had a chance |
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He played guitar and wrote some tunes, of love and romance |
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He did his share of travelin', like a dog without a home |
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A fugitive who would rather give, a star that never shone |
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Isn't it a pity, isn't it a shame |
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No one ever warned the boy |
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Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh yeah |
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He said he wouldn't get led around, or caught up in the games |
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Or end up in a gallery, of faces with no names |
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And rock 'n' roll was in his soul, and music was a friend |
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He recorded a song that made us sing along, and he was on the road again |
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Isn't it a pity, isn't it a shame |
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No one ever warned the boy |
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Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh oh, oh yeah, oh oh |
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Stage fright, ooh, and long black limousines |
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He's pushing himself a way too hard, or so it seems |
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He opened up his heart to us, he gave us what he could |
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We symphathized and harmonized, he made us all feel good |
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But it's funny how those things can change, and time can pass us by |
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Songs that moved us so easily, no longer make us cry |
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Now isn't it a pity, isn't it a shame |
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No one ever warned the boy |
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Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh oh, oh |
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Oh yeah, oh, oh oh oh, oh, yeah, yeah yeah yeah |
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My my my, rock 'n roll is a vicious game, yeah |
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Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh |
