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pearl jam clones are everywhere |
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**** that shit, go cut your ****ing hair |
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Seattle sound is all around |
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but where's the huevos in that sound |
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go to the Whisky, see a band |
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just all an 'L' and you've got bland |
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all those bands just sound the same |
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and they all look so ****ing lame |
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and I don't want to hear it |
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everybody's trying to make it |
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heard it all a million times |
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grab the brass ring before it falls down |
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wish they'd all just go away |
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pearl jam clones are everywhere |
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**** that shit, go cut your ****ing hair |
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not one word original |
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not one word original |
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and then they all fall down |
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they all go down |
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grab the brass ring |
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find the pot of gold |
