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The kids are ripping into sugar packets |
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The townies taking off their tavern jackets |
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I'm in the pews sticking bills in the basket |
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Praying that they're cool when |
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I come pick up the package |
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Tonight we're gonna have a really good time |
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But I want to go to heaven on the day |
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I dieGonna make like a preemptive strike |
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Hit the 5:30 mass early |
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Saturday night |
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Ring, ring, ring goes the telephone |
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Tell my little lambs that |
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I'm on my way home |
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Stop by the shop and get a bottle to go |
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Maybe something stronger if the right guy's on the corner |
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Bang, bang, bang go the quarter-notes |
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St. Theresa told me we should rattle our bones |
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Now we're we're going off to the dial tone |
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Some kid started blowing on a saxophone |
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Cheerleaders dream of quarterbacks |
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Jock Jills go for jumping |
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JacksGoth girls love the vampire bats |
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They want to draw a little blood for their bath |
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Well, I don't go much for that spooky stuff |
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I like the lights and the uptempo tracks |
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You're damn right |
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I believe in love |
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Because I've been in love and |
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I've loved right back |
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Bang, bang, bang goes the backing track |
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Some kid's coming around with a magic backpack |
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I didn't know that you could dance like that |
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I'm gonna have to ask you to take two steps back |
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Sing, sing, sing every song we know |
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Blowing out the speakers on your stereo |
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You finally stopped talking about that boy back home |
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Maybe that's just better, if you want you can sleep over |
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We're good guys, but we can't be good every night |
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We're good guys, but we can't be good our whole lives |
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We're good guys, but we can't be good every night |
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Father, I have sinned and |
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I want to do it all again tonight |
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The townies taking off their tavern jackets |
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Making guitars out of tennis rackets |
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It's been getting so the hardest part |
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Is trying to talk some sense into our sparkling hearts |
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Ring, ring, ring goes the telephone |
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Tell my little lambs that |
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I'm on my way home |
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Yes, yes, yes go the majorettes |
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They lead the band onto the field with their cigarettes |
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Bang, bang, bang, she's a cleaning freak |
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She scrubs the surface until it's sparkling |
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Neat, neat, neat 'til her fingers bleed |
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She was giving off blue light on the first night that she came to me |
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We're good guys, but we can't be good every night |
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We're good guys, but we can't be good our whole lives |
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We're good guys, but we can't be good every night |
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We're good guys, but we can't be good our whole lives |
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She was giving off blue light on the first night that she came to me |
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Father, I have sinned and |
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I want to do it all again eventually |
