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(Rollin'...) |
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Woah yeah... |
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Since I was born, they couldn't hold me down, |
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Another misfit kid, another burned-out town, |
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I never played by the rules and I never really cared, |
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My nasty reputation takes me everywhere. |
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Well I look and see it's not only me, |
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So many others, have stood where I stand, |
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We are the young (hey!) so raise your hands! |
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They call us problem child, |
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We spend our lives on trial, |
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We walk an endless mile, |
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(We are the youth gone wild!) |
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We stand and we won't fall, |
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We're one and one for all, |
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The writing's on the wall, |
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(We are the youth gone wild!) |
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My boss screamin' my ear 'bout who I'm s'posed to be, |
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"Get a three-piece Wall Street smile, and son you'll look just like me" |
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I said "Hey man, there's somethin' you oughta know, well I'll tell ya Park Avenue leads to (Skid Row)!!" |
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Well I look and see it's not only me, |
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We're standing tall, ain't never a doubt, |
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We are the young (hey!) so shout it out! |
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They call us problem child, |
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We spend our lives on trial, |
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We walk an endless mile, |
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(We are the youth gone wild!) |
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We stand and we won't fall, |
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We're one and one for all, |
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The writing's on the wall, |
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(We are the youth gone wild!) |
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Well lemme hear ya get wild! |
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[Guitar solo] |
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They call us problem child, |
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We spend our lives on trial, |
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We walk an endless mile, |
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(We are the youth gone wild!) |
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We stand and we won't fall, |
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We're one and one for all, |
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The writing's on the wall, |
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(We are the youth gone wild!) |
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Woah (Woah) Woah |
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(We are the youth gone wild!) |
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Woah (Woah) Woah |
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(We are the youth gone wild!) |
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Yeah (Yeah) Yeah |
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(We are the youth gone wild!) |
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Woah (Woah) Woah |
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(We are the youth gone wild!) |
